Oh yes, Robbo always went against the grain. If the Motörhead uniform was long hair, black leather and bullet belts, he cut his hair, wore jogging pants and a sweatband.
He even refused to play Eddie Clarke era songs.
When he toured with us he wore skintight black latex pants and on his feet glossy black flip-flops! Mind you, it was mid winter
One night when we drove back from our gig in Purmerend, the weather conditions got worse with every kilometer that we drove south, back to Arnhem.
It was freezing and when we got near Amsterdam the road conditions got really dangerous. The asphalt had turned into black ice and we saw an increasing number of cars that had slipped off the highway and parked themselves into a ditch or guardrail.
Despite the fact that I had slowed down the speed of our Mercedes considerably, we also got in a spin at a certain moment. We made a 360 pirouette on the tarmac and when the car came to a halt we were two inches away from another crashed car with a traffic sign planted in the front windshield.
Robbo and Søren were still quite cheerful in the back... Nobody was hurt, the car was not damaged.
After I had gotten over the anxiety of a near fatal accident I tried to drive the car back onto the asphalt to continue our journey home.
But the wheels kept slipping in the snow and the frozen mud of the side verge.
So we had to push the car back on the road. Floor got behind the steering wheel and Søren, Robbo and myself had to push the big old Mercedes out of the snow.
Imagine the legendary Robbo with his skintight latex pants and his Gucci flip-flops, out in the winter night, slipping and sliding, freezing his toes off, swearing and cursing in his beautiful Scottish accent...
That must have been one of the most surreal, funny and the same time scary moments in my whole life.
