We may pick him up on Radio 2…
Ahead of his two part documentary,
It’s a great piece, the sentiment of which I know is shared by men of a certain age…not least of all myself. (07.30.2006 NEWS: SAY GOODBYE TO TOP OF THE POPS TONIGHT) Here’s the introduction to the article…
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The first time I fell in love it was with a man. It happened one Thursday evening in the bedroom of a flat in King’s Cross. I was a wide-eyed boy of 12 and the object of my passion had dyed orange hair and white nail varnish. Looking out from a tiny TV screen was a Mephistophelean messenger from the space age, a tinselled troubadour to give voice to my burgeoning sexuality. Pointing a manicured finger down the barrel of a BBC lens, he spoke to me: “I had to phone someone, so I picked on you.” I had been chosen.
Next to him, in superhero boots, his flaxen-haired buddy rode shotgun with a golden guitar. As my singing Starman draped his arm around him, I felt a frisson of desire and wanted to go to their planet. I had witnessed a visitation from a world of glitter. That night, I planned my future. After all, “If we can sparkle,” he’d told me, “he may land tonight.”
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Ring any bells boys…and girls?
You can read the full article online