One drunken female fan fell straight at my feet, and offered her hand to me to waltz while she was recovering. Wish I’d accepted.
The following is reprinted from my favourite US newspaper, The Stranger. I once punched a fellow music critic for telling me how much he liked Dexys. I’m not proud of myself. It was due to drink more than passion. It was at one of those interminable mid-’90s “grunge” Reading Festivals, late at night, in a […]