“Come on, America, take us in out of the cold. We’re trying to catch you, but you’re so ... big.”

Ian Hunter Diary of a Rock 'n’ Roll Star

This past February Maggie Bell took a plane to Los Angeles along with her managers Peter Grant and Mark London for the start of her first American tour. Along with them was Atlantic Records’ publicity chief Annie Ivil, and out of the four people in their patty, four of them don’t care much for flying. Midway through the flight they were informed that one of the engines had I gone, “But we’re gonna try and get you there, heh-heh,” and sometime during the stewardesses’ salespitch for turquoise jewelry, some idiot picked a fight. “YOU GUYS!,” screamed the man, approaching Maggie and Annie. “PUT OUT THOSE CIGARETTES, YOU GUYS!” Peter Grant awoke from deep sleep and said ominously, “I beg your pardon, these are young ladies, and they’re nervous flyers, and please leave us alone.” “YOU’RE A FAG!,” he shouted at Grant, Led Zeppelin’s impos-. ing manager, who most decidedly is not. “A FAG!,” he continued to scream-. “That doesn’t mean he’s not a nice person,” smiled Maggie.