Featured Song – Day 14
Ah, the olden days. It’s a measure of just how estranged gay and straight people were from one another back then that Queen Freddie could preen his way through the 1970s in black nail varnish and white satin looking like a chiaroscuro Zandra Rhodes and yet… nobody knew. For the ‘80s he reinvented himself as a sort of heavy clone, leathers, handlebar facial hair and all, and STILL nobody knew. Basically, John Inman was the only famous gay and that was that while Freddie, it was presumed, went home to his wife and children after a hard day in the leotard. Fast forward a couple of decades and with the possible exception of a Beatle here or there, he’s become arguably the nation’s best loved rock star, adored in equal measure by grannies and hod carriers alike. Which, you have to concede, is progress.