Fatboy Slim Must Die: A Night with Norman Cook
Barney Hoskyns, Revolver, Winter 2000
ON THE stroke of midnight, at an uber-groovy establishment in lower midtown Manhattan, an elongated 37-year-old Englishman is heading off to work. Or rather: easing his way, vodka and orange in hand, through a dense thicket of boob tubes and bejewelled navels.
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