I am thinking of George Michael’s family, friends and fans. He was so loved and I hope he knew it because the sadness today is beyond words. Devastating.
When I first went to New York, I didn’t really go out to clubs. It was the height of Culture Club so I didn’t really have a social life. It was only after I had been to New York a few times that I started going out.
And it’s taken me the best part of 54 years to reach that point where I’m like, “I’m very lucky, I’m lucky, I’m blessed” – all of those things. I wish I could impart that to other people but I think when you’re young, you just don’t listen.
If I ever commented on one of his outfits he would snip, “Oh, thank you, Mr. Boy George. I do value your opinion.” And then he would spin and make some ridiculous noise and mince off.
The ultimate goal is to be more satisfied. I really don’t believe you get wiser because you get older. It’s a choice, perhaps not to take some things so seriously
The 1970s was probably the most exciting decade to be a teenager, from discovering Little Richard at the end of the 1960s to glam rock to punk rock to electro music.
