“And there’s no permanent bird on the horizon either…so you’re all still available to be Freddie’s ’77 mate…a real supersonic hook-up!”
In many ways, I find Freddie more appealing and fascinating than any other glam rock gods. Bryan may ‘float my boat’ more, Marc might have been inherently prettier and Bowie a bit weirder….but Freddie was just so spectacular, with an element of vulnerability I find hard to resist.
I once happened upon his Kensington home entirely by accident, don’t ask how – it’s very hidden from the main road, and felt a strong sense of connection to him. Seeing that green door [which I remembered from when I was 12, watching news reports about his death] scrawled with messages from fans was genuinely rather lovely and I realised exactly how much the world needs, and misses, Freddie.
I also think he’s wearing my black satin Ossie trousers in this picture. I know it was generally Zandra, but they look very like the Ossie ones….