Tom Wright: At one minute after 12, the hotel manager comes running back and says: “Goddamn it, this sounds more like a revolution than a birthday party…”, and you can’t do this and you can’t do that. So I went back to the party, streaming water.īarry Whitwam: There was no car in the pool, only all the pool tables and chairs, and Keith never came back dripping water. When there’s just enough air in the top of the car to take a gulp, I fill up me lungs, throw open the door and go rising to the top of the pool. So I’m sitting there, thinking about me situation, as the water creeps up to me nose. It’s amazing how I remembered those things from my physics class. In a startling moment of logic, I said: “Well, I can’t open the doors until the pressure is the same”. And the water was pouring in – coming in through the bloody pedal holes in the floorboard, squirting in through the windows. Keith Moon: So there I was, sitting in the driver’s seat of a Lincoln Continental, underwater. We’d all had several beers, and some other stuff too, so things can get a little cloudy, but I clearly remember seeing the vehicle in the pool.
I heard the ruckus and I went outside, and the first thing I saw was the vehicle in the pool. It was parked on a slight hill, and when I took the handbrake off it started to roll, and it smashed straight through this pool-surround fence, and the whole Lincoln Continental went into the swimming pool – with me in it. I ran out, jumped into the first car I came to, which was a brand new Lincoln Continental. Keith Moon: Half-a-dozen cars were parked around this swimming pool. I was pissed off because of the damage he was causing. Peppy Castro : The swimming pool had tons of broken glass in it from Keith throwing bottles in the pool. I told him we’d wind it down and so on, and he left. Tom Wright: I knew that wasn’t going to sit well with anybody. Everybody was covered with marzipan and icing sugar and fruit cake. People started picking up pieces and hurling it about. Keith Moon: As the party degenerated into a slanging match, I picked up the cake – all five tiers – and hurled it at the throng. Tom Wright : The manager of the hotel comes up to Keith and tells him that this will just not do: “We’re going to have to stop this, right now”.
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