I have two Motorhead/Lemmy anecdotes.
Number one, my mate Nick Hancock (no, not him) and I went to see them at Hammersmith Odeon circa 1982. We were in the second row and as soon as they came on we jumped over the seats in front of us and were hanging over the front of the stage. We were so close that we could feel our eyebrows singeing as the smoke bombs on stage went off.
Nick worked at Sainsburys (North Cheam) and had a till-roll in his black, leather (natch’) jacket ‘cos we had previously planned and discussed how we would use this as a ‘streamer’.
So he unrolled a couple of feet of till-roll and gave it to me to hold while he launched the rest of it towards the stage.
Of course instead of the till-roll unfurling in a nice looking streamer, it ripped immediately and roughly a kilo of tightly wrapped paper flew in a fantastic arc right over Lemmy’s head with him looking slightly startled as he watched it pass him by to disappear somewhere at the back of the stage.
After a moment’s shock as we realised what had happened I quickly dropped the incriminating two feet of paper I was holding and we both tried to blend in with the crowd.
Number two, my older female cousin was a bleached blond, leather jacketed, wild-child, rock-chick. Somehow it made its way to Lemmy that she fancied him and he rang her up at her parents (my aunt and uncle) posh home on Epsom Downs and took her out on a date. Apparently he was a bit of a berk.