Charles Robert “Charlie” Watts (born 2 June 1941) – the quiet Stone. Always looking slightly bemused at his bandmates antics on stage and in public, Charlie has held down the beat for The Rolling Stones for the last 50 years. Voted by Vanity Fair as one of The World’s 100 Best Dressed Men, looking neither like an aged pirate or a wrinkled 12 year old, Charlie, almost always appears dressed to the nines. Avoiding most of the pit-falls of the road, like drugs , alcohol and groupies, Charlie has been famously true to his wife of 47 years and steered clear of most vices his band-mates fell prey too (an alcohol problem in the mid-eighties sidelined him for a bit). No multiple wives and kids like Jagger, no famous herion stories like Richards he is indeed the calmest Stone, though a famous anecdote relates that during the mid-1980s, an intoxicated Jagger phoned Watts’ hotel room in the middle of the night asking “Where’s my drummer?”. Watts reportedly got up, shaved, dressed in a suit, put on a tie and freshly shined shoes, and punched Jagger in the face, saying: “Don’t ever call me your drummer again. You’re my fucking singer!” Maybe untrue but I like it none-the-less. Charlie has been suffering throat cancer but has been in remission for the last few years. He still looks good if a bit frail.