Between songs one of the models who was lingering tantalisingly close asked me who the band were. “The New York Dolls,” I shouted in her ear. “Where are they from?” she shouted in mine, thus reinforcing the long held view that beauty and brains are mutually exclusive.
Chris Charlesworth reports in The Pub on a private show at Selfridges of Oxford Street by The New York Dolls. We presume his wife does not read iJamming!