‘Steaming drunk, probably,’ is how Christopher Kane, somewhat sheepishly, describes the state he was in when he first met Glyn Fussell. Which, given said encounter took place at the latter’s Sink the Pink — for 13 years up until last Jan, the most outrageously fun, glammest, cool-in-the-best-possible-way-est night out in London — does not come as a huge surprise.
‘You were judging the drag run, you and Gareth Pugh,’ Fussell beams, as the three of us sit sipping Tuesday-afternoon drinks in the House of Koko. ‘My mum was also on the panel. That was the first time we properly spoke. Glad it was so memorable for you, Christopher.’
