Fact #172740

‘Legs’ Larry Smith (friend of Keith Moon) : Keith and I had gone to quite a large pub and discotheque in North London, in the suburbs really. Not particularly wonderful, but Keith always accepted invitations. It was about half past ten and this place was going to close about eleven, and things started to get a bit crazy. Keith was looping about with the boys, but I had an odd sense of the evening, I felt we should get the hell out and beat closing time, but Keith said, ‘No, no, dear boy, I’m going to have another dance.’ And he waltzed out into the crowd again.

Ten minutes later, Keith and eight thousand people came tumbling out of the pub, the driver Neil behind him, and suddenly all the rabble realised that they were going to have to wait in a bus queue for twenty minutes, and we were going to go gliding in the comfort of a pink Rolls Royce (actually a Bentley). They snapped, started emptying their pockets, and we were being rained upon by small change. Because Neil was so proud of the Bentley, he got out and started to run at them, which was even crazier. Neil had put the car in drive, and it was crawling forward. Suddenly, we found ourselves rolling toward the main road with no-one driving the damn thing. Keith slid over to the driver’s seat, not being able to drive, of course – Keith couldn’t do things like that.

At this point, people had surrounded the car and were raining down fists, kicking, smashing the windows. Neil was out having a bash with them. I leaned up over the back seat, put my arms over Keith, and started to steer. People were screaming, getting hysterical. When we turned onto the main street, Neil was running alongside the car, still fending off these attackers, and he must have tripped and fallen under the car, so we actually must have run over Neil.

The car rolled on and on, and Keith finally stopped it somehow. We didn’t feel anything, we were carrying right on, we didn’t know that Neil’s body must have been in the middle of the road.

The police came, the reporters came, we were holed up in Keith’s house for two weeks not answering the phone.
(Source : not known)

Peter Thorpe (crowd member) : We were at the disco because we liked The Who. There wasn't any trouble all night, untill we left. Everyone was leaving the disco quite happy and when we saw Kim Moon getting in a Bentley, my mate said 'give us a lift home', as a joke. She told us to' fuck off '.

So when the car left the car park we flicked pennies on the roof. The car suddenly stopped and the driver got out running at us as if to start trouble. There was a bit of a fight and the car sped off.

The driver, who wasn't hurt, ran after the car which stopped down the road. We chased after him, he ran around the front of the car where the fight continued. Then I saw Kim Moon drive the car at everyone, she didnt seem to have any control of the car. I went over the wing of the car and landed on my feet.

I noticed the driver was still in front and she just kept on going. We all shouted for the car to stop but it kept going down the road. My mate stopped the car with his van outside the social club.

I didn't run away, we tried to lift the car off the driver but it was too heavy. I went to the police station that night and told them what happened. I was charged with causing an affray weeks later, we all pleaded guilty and i was given a 50 pound fine. The judge at the trial blamed Keith Moon's showing off for the bad feeling that started the trouble. I have always thought he was trying to take the blame, that's why he said he was driving. If we had top solicitors the truth might have come out.
(Source: http://del_pasado.tripod.com/keithmoonwasnotdriving/)