have a click..
just for the amount of times people have looked at me with incredulity when i tell them that i'd rather slam my cock in the car door than hear bofuckinghemian rhapsody ever again.
I did work with a bloke who was a queen obsessive, when freddie mercury died of th'bad aids. He wouldn't have it that his idol was gay - the fact he was in a band called Queen, dressed up in womans clothes and often leather and chains, and had actually contracted and died of HIV, and he refused to believe freddie took it up the wrong'un.
(micky2shoes has more shoes than feet, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 12:06, 1 reply)

My brother in law was even funnier than that!
In the early 80s he so adored Queen that he constantly dressed as him, in tight jeans, white teeshirt and leather jacket. Short dark hair and moustache completed the San Francisco clone look.

This was a straight man, a macho railway coppersmith. Going down t'pub in a northern industrial town looking like a Village Person.

I bet he's burned all his old photos.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 12:52, closed)