Gaga is heading up our group. Even, like, Keane would slope off to a VIP booth at this point, and wait for people to bring them drinks. Instead – cloak billowing, and very much looking like one of the Skekses in The Dark Crystal – Gaga marches up to the bar, leans on it in a practised barfly manner. With a bellowed, “What does everyone want to drink?”, she gets the round in.
— Best profile of the Lady I’ve read anywhere, in the Times Online.
