An Ex-Call Girl Tells All What follows is an excerpt from my forthcoming book of interviews: The Talk. I asked people, ‘How were you told the facts of life?’ And, ‘What information were you given?’ Major Gerard Crastley invited me to perform at a Mess do. I was asking my…

My Tutu Went AWOL…the Number One Amazon Best-Seller, now available from Audible Here I am, starting a new campaign for marketing, visibility, traction — In my day, traction was weights and pulleys attached to a plaster cast. Or three. Be that as it may, as the title of this blog…

I would visualise and visualise Madame Galina, my onstage persona, touring to London’s West End and to Blackpool: wearing a fur, dragging a trunk, staying in old-school theatrical digs, being partnered by either Michael Nunn or William Trevitt: both Royal Ballet Principal Dancers… About to move to London from Aldeburgh…

Xiuying, Chinese herbalist, said she must send for Mr Yong and get a second opinion on my worrying tongue. ‘What is it your job, please?’ she had asked, once I was lying still and not rustling the paper sheet on the cot. ‘And give me your wrist fully.’ I told…

An excerpt from my forthcoming book of interviews. I asked people, ‘How were you told the facts of life?’ And, ‘What information were you given?’ Here is Belinda, who used to be an escort. She is now in her eighties. My sister read about Dutch caps. We looked at Old…

12 min ago The year before the plague, I opened the Essex Book Festival with My Tutu Went AWOL. I also closed the festival (just call me the Maria Callas of touting the memoir subgenre Drag Meets Marine.) Patricia Wells, author, also appeared in the closing event: playing the hose…