I suppose it's not unheard of for Rolling Stones "security" to get out of hand, but even so: throwing Alexis Kiedis to the ground because they confused him with a fan seems a bit extreme.

Kiedis is fifty, which makes him about a decade too young to be a Stones fan, surely?

More seriously, even if he had been a fan rather than a Red Hot Chili Pepper, what had he done that justified being bundled to the floor? Does anyone who comes within twenty paces of Jagger get beaten up pre-emptively?

Anthony Kiedis turned 50 yesterday.

You're welcome.

So, earlier this morning I posted a link to Vulture's story about finding the Bridge from Under The Bridge, and a tweet which suggested that Kiedis had actually been interviewed on the bridge, on camera, back in the early 90s.

I was pretty certain I'd seen that, too, but... old age. Memory plays tricks. Here's the clip:


So, it turns out he spoke about, not upon the bridge, which does make Vulture's discovery a genuine discovery. Apologies to them for having downgraded their discovery to a rediscovery.

The Red Hot Chili Peppers are unhappy with Showtime, and in particular the network's use of Californication as a programme title.

Yes, we're seeing a struggle for parentage rights to a really lame pun:

They want Showtime to stop using the title - which, okay, could be fair enough; they also want all the profits the programme has made, which seems a little much. After all, it's not like people are tuning in expecting to see a RHCP video, is it?

It doesn't help that David Duchovny is playing a character called Dani California, of course. [EDIT: He's not; someone else in the show is]

Even so, the band might not have any sort of claim to the word, as show creator Tom Kapinos says he pinched it from a 1970s bumper sticker:

Both sides will now be sued, of course, by bumper sticker manufacturers.

After all that unpleasantness with bad language during Live 8, the BBC production team must have been hoping that the message about keeping it clean had got through.

I think it was two minutes into the start of the BBC One segment that Russell Brand was yelling "Jesus Christ" after Jonathan Ross pretended he was drinking water he'd previously passed; if the production team had been hoping that crossing to the stage would prove safer, how they must have been delighted when Chris Rock came on and tried to get out of his first joke (about Paris Hilton playing Wembley next week) flopping like a jellyfish without a moral compass by throwing out a "motherfucker". Quickly, we found ourselves back in the BBC commentary box for apologies from Ross.

The Red Hot Chili Peppers - if you ignored the bizarre poncho Kiedis was wearing - turned in a fine set; it does seem that nowadays they exist almost solely to pop up in the middle of these monster gigs.

Coming back after spending some time up in the loft (don't ask) the somewhat pointless Spinal Tap set was winding up - if you didn't know it was a spoof, you'd be wondering why there was a not-especially good rock band so far up the bill; knowing it was a spoof it was even harder to work out what they were here for: is this a serious statement, or is this ironic detachment? - before going back for more apologies about bad language from Jonathan Ross.

It's impossible to tell if Ricky Gervais' tale of only doing the Diana Concert because "I'm a sucker for the personal touch, and William and Harry asked me" is the spoofy-starstruck persona he used for his first couple of Comic Relief films, or if it's more like the "big mates with Bono" stuff he was showing off in this year's Comic Relief contribution.

James Blunt is singing Wild World at the moment, with all the conviction of a man whose idea of wildness is sneaking into the ten items or less checkout with a dozen eggs.

When Avril Lavigne had her pop at Britney for going to rehab, it didn't quite ring true. On the other hand, when Anthony Keidis dismisses time spent amongst group hugs and soft pillows as a pointless exercise, you get the impression that at least he knows a little whereof he talks:

Of course, the truth is somewhere in between. It might help if journalists stopped using "rehab" when they mean "a refreshing spa break" for a start.