Some Mavers Do Have ’Em: The La’s in America

The La's are sat outside a cafe in New York's Chelsea district with their manager Rob, [photographer] Tim Jarvis and me.They are relaxing before tonight's concert at the Marquee Club over aperitifs when suddenly a man in a crap ’60s outfit — thin lapels, horrible old shirt, the lot — comes up to our table.

"Hey! It's The La's!" he observes, loudly. He is followed by another man in a crap ’60s suit who, bizarrely, also belows' "Hey! It's The La's!"