“Let’s see that one” Pepper said, eyeing up my hands in a Sméagol-like way.
In 2012, I’d been shooting a few campaigns for Rock n Roll jewellery company Seventh Circle Artworks (SCA). We joined forces and set up some killer collabs with artists. This spade ring was a gifted to me at the start.
DOWN were booked in for a shoot, and Alex from SCA arrived with a velvet drawstring bag full of enough pendants and chunky rings to get Mr T. excited.
Pepper was watching the others (minus Phil who was glued to the Saints game) adorn themselves ready for some pics, but it seemed nothing was catching his eye.
Then, the one chunky solid silver spade ring I was wearing called to him.
“The ace of spades, the ace of spades” he growled in his best Lemmy. Clearly he wanted to wear mine for the photos, though, my hands are considerably smaller than Pepper’s. He took the ring anyway and shoved it on his little finger.
“That’ll do me!”
We shot the pics. Jimmy, Kirk and Pat handed back the jewellery. Pepper was facing the other way.
“Can I have my ring back now, dude?” I said holding my hand out.
“It’s stuck!” He mimed, pulling at the ring on his little finger…
“Nah, you’re kidding?!” I was dubious.
He sped off in the direction of the dressing room, saying “thanks so much, see ya!”
He bloody took my ring!
I looked at Alex (SCA) who shrugged, “oh well, it’s gone to a good home, I’ll make ya another”.
A photo popped up on Instagram of Pepper wearing my ring on a different finger.
HE’D HAD IT RESIZED! I could still see the 2 scratches on it from when my youngest was teething and left marks on the shiny spade.
I got my replacement ring, and 4 years later, I kinda got an apology.