Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

I'm glad the whole Led Zepplin shark fucking incident is now cleared up for me. (From snopes.com):

The core incident took place at the The Edgewater in Seattle, a hotel on Puget Sound from which guests could fish right out the windows of their rooms. According to Richard Cole, Led Zeppelin's road manager, he and drummer John Bonham (aka "Bonzo") were busily engaged in the pastime of catching sharks through an Edgewater window when they were interrupted by some persistent groupies, but what occurred next didn't quite live up to the notorious modern version of the legend:

"It wasn't Bonzo, it was me. It wasn't shark parts anyway: It was the nose that got put in. We caught a lot of big sharks, at least two dozen, stuck coat hangers through the gills and left 'em in the closet . . . But the true shark story was that it wasn't even a shark. It was a red snapper and the chick happened to be a fucking redheaded broad with a ginger pussy. And that is the truth. Bonzo was in the room, but I did it. Mark Stein [of Vanilla Fudge] filmed the whole thing. And she loved it. It was like, "You'd like a bit of fucking, eh? Let's see how your red snapper likes this red snapper!" That was it. It was the nose of the fish, and that girl must have come 20 times. But it was nothing malicious or harmful, no way! No one was ever hurt."

So yes, a female groupie was sexually engaged with a fish, but the fish was not a shark (and was presumably dead from having been stuck on a coat hanger), it wasn't "stuffed" inside her, the only member of Led Zeppelin present at the time (John Bonham) was merely an onlooker rather than an active participant, and the woman left the hotel unharmed. (Richard Cole may not have been the most accurate chronicler of Led Zeppelin's history, but since his accounts tend to run to excess it's safe to assume the reality was no wilder than he presented it. In any case, accounts given by others connected with the incident don't substantially contradict Cole's version.)