Part of being a celebrity is keeping things neat and tidy. Before you know it, your old love letters turn up. Soon someone says, picking up a present from under Christmas tree: ‘Good heavens, what’s this?’ The reply is fumbled: ‘Darling, I’ve bought you Mick Jagger’s love letters.’
Those letters are actually on the market. In 1969 Mick Jagger wrote them to Marsha Hunt, with whom he was having a brief relationship at the time. To quote her, Marsha is ‘broke’, hence the sale.
In spite of the fact that Marsha says she hopes the buyer will protect the letters, I’ve already learned from newspaper reports that Mick read the diaries of Russian dancer Nijinsky and the poetry of Emily Dickinson. In addition, it seems that the letters say something about Mick’s sexual preferences. This suddenly conjures up a picture of a naked, bound Mick dangling upside down from the ceiling.
But what has this got to do with St Eusebius, Albert Einstein or Elvis’s dirty underpants?