"He was cremated and I couldn`t resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn`t have cared, he didn`t give a s***. "It went down pretty well, and I`m still alive.
" His father, Bert, died in 2002 aged 84. "It was when someone put strychnine in my dope. It was in Switzerland.
I was totally comatose, but I was totally awake. I could listen to everyone, and they were like, `He`s dead, he`s dead!`, waving their fingers and pushing me about, and I was thinking, `I`m not dead!
`," he recalled. But he said: "I`ve no pretensions about immortality - I`m the same as everyone else - same as you, same as everybody, I`m the same old b*****, just kind of lucky. "I was number one on the Who`s Likely To Die list for 10 years.
I mean, I was really disappointed when I fell off the list." And he added: "Some doctor told me I had six months to live and I went to their funeral. The obit columns are of quite an interest to me these days.
I don`t trust doctors. It`s not to say there ain`t some good ones, but on a general level, no, I wouldn`t trust `em at all." "My advice for Pete Doherty is that he should shut the f*** up and leave her," he said.
"I don`t know the man, all I know is he`s pushing his luck and there it is, but so is Kate, who I know very well. "Kate wants to play with bad boys, and she`s done one, and then another one, and then another one. Badabing, badabang, badaboom.
She`ll live, the boys will die." "I did it because that was the way I did it. Now people think it`s a way of life," he said.
Of today`s musicians, he declared: "Everyone`s a load of crap. They`re are trying to be somebody else and they ain`t being themselves. Libertines, Arctic Monkeys, Bloc Party?
Load of crap, load of crap. Posers, rubbish." But Richards said: "I wasn`t climbing a tree.
I was sitting on a f***ing shrub. I was sitting on that shrub again today, but I happened to fall off it the wrong way that day." He underwent brain surgery after the accident and revealed: "I`ve been trepanned.
That`s quite an interesting experience, especially for my brain surgeon, who saw my thoughts flying around in my brain. I`ve got pictures of it, mate. They cut my head, brain, skull open, went in and pulled out the crap, and put some of it back again.
"But that`s the way it is. I mean, s***, Keith Richards has got to do everything once." The full interview is in the new issue of NME, out tomorrow.
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