My favourite story about him, from years later:

Keith Flint kept a swearbox above the fire in the pub he used to own (The Leather Bottle in Pleshey, Essex). ‘Whenever he put the logs and kindling in and someone piped up with the obvious joke, he’d point to it and charge them a quid. RIP.’

RIP Keith

Another banger 🔥

As Diane said in Trainspotting:

You're not getting any younger Mark. The world is changing. Music's changing, even drugs are changing. You can't stay here all day dreaming about heroin and Ziggy Pop.