Nineteen years ago today - and in a vanished universe - the divine Miss Kitt (looking distinctly less irritable than when last sighted in the fading throes of her disco-diva phase, over at the charnel house of talent that is
The Redundant Variety Hour) appears deee-lited to be introduced to the pneumatic Miss Lady Miss Kier (I mean that literally - I think there's every possibility that this is in fact not the one-time downtown sensation, but rather an inflatable version). It's just another New York night at that New Yorkiest of places, the Café Carlyle; one wonders what on earth they talked about.
