Groupies? I'd rather have a cheese and tomato panini - how Status Quo are aging gracefully Thousands of denim-clad fans in black sparkly T-shirts, some boasting the mantra Rick's Chicks, are jumping and punching the air while bass guitars are being heavily strummed in the backstage sound-checks. But on the top deck of Status Quo's tour bus, we're enjoying a sophisticated sanctuary, with opera on the iPod and Green and Black's chocolate and mineral water from the bedroom fridge. It's a civilised moment before the band take to the stage. Yet there was a time when Status Quo's Rick Parfitt and Francis Rossi were as unreconstructed as can be in the world of rock 'n' roll. With four messed-up marriages between them, they were caricature Neanderthal rockers. Sitting in Rossi's double bed-appointed area at the back of the bus, it still feels rock 'n' roll. This is where the boys spend 99 per cent of their lives, except when they're on stage. "It's home from home and that's why we go everywhere on it," says Rossi. "Why would we want to fly when we've got everything we need here?"
My dream for the end of Quo - to see every member of the band past and present on the same stage at the last ever gig. As the encore ends, they all stand on the stage in the "Tank" formation with teles playing Rick's intro to Caroline as the stage sinks from view in dry ice .