“Sex-crazed Boy George has been jailed for 15 months after he handcuffed a male escort to his bed and threatened: “You’re going to get it!”
Sounds like wholesome British fun to me, I don’t know why people can’t mind their own business. Like Big Sausage Pizza, chaining up rent boys and threatening them with dildos is good for a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon, but these people who build their whole lifestyle around it give me the creeps.
Boy George is the only pop star I have ever met. When I was about 10 they bussed a load of kids my from school up to London to be in his video The War Song. I don’t know who organised it or why, but we were forced to dress up as skeletons and walk down a street to make some trite point about war being stupid.
In fact, he couldn’t have been more wrong. War is great, providing children with fresh air and healthy exercise. If it weren’t for war and the opportunities it gives them, Congolese children would be as fat and repulsive as our English bratties.
Not long after I appeared in his video, Mr Boy was in some kind of heroin scandal*. I don’t remember if he was arrested or if it was just a story in the papers, but he wrote a letter to our school apologising for letting us all down. I think he thought he was a role model for us, though before they forced me to be a skeleton in the man’s video I had never heard of him. One of the teachers read his letter out in assembly. It said something like, “Drugs are bad. Whatever you do, children, don’t spend 800 pounds a week on heroin.”
And to this day I have never spent 800 pounds a week on heroin.
I'm on at 3.13
*This was about 1982 or 1983. I can’t find anything about it on the internet, but it definitely happened, and I think that figure of 800 pounds a week is accurate.
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