Hanoi Rocks: Danceteria, New York

IT WAS a particularly nasty little flu bug, the sort that devastates every function of the human body and turns you into the most miserable sod on God's earth. Shivering and shaking, coughing and sneezing and wheezing, the dependably cheerful Razzle had smiled only twice that day. Andy McCoy's temper was worsening at the same rate as his throat.