Mercury and Me de Jim Hutton
Eventually Freddie and I fell into his bed, too drunk to do anything more than fumble about with each other to little effect. Freddie cuddled up to me affectionately. We both nattered away until we finally flaked out. Next morning we lay entwined, carrying on talking where we’d left off. When we got around discussing what each of us did for a living I told him I was a hairdresser. He said, ‘I’m a singer’. Then he offered to go and make me a cup of tea.