My rocker dad gave me weed when I was a tot – mum gave me speed
The daughter of 60s bad-boy rock star Ginger Baker has a cautionary tale to tell
The only hint of wildness in Nettie Baker’s south London semi-detached house is a gothically styled front room with a sinister-looking stuffed fox on the back of the couch.
Unless you also count Nettie’s flamboyant false eyelashes, which certainly tick the bold-statement box. “I will never be a suburban matron,” she acknowledges with a defiant smile.
One would have expected no less from the eldest child of Ginger Baker (http://gingerbaker.com/), the “bad boy” drummer genius from the 60s supergroup Cream...