Lolly would!

I meet Teazers boss Lolly Jackson for the first time on a sunny summer’s morning at his Rivonia branch, where he maintains a suite of offices overlooking the club. Phones are inging off the hook; assistants are darting about. I’m led into his office, where he’s fiddling with a copy line for a billboard. “Have a seat, I’ll be a minute,” he says without looking up. He orders a few waters with a bark before extending his hand. “You ever been to Teazers before?” he asks, eyeing me up and down. “Umm, no…” I mumble. “Why not?” he asks. I shrug. Jackson calls in an assistant. “Okay, let’s eff off the Greeks – send ‘em a little message on the billboard,” he chuckles explaining a double-entendre that’s about to make its controversial public debut.