Noted coke-sniffing wash-out/one-time cross-dressing pop-star Boy George has quite the temper on him, as a group of vociferous teens learned during an incident at the recent Vodafone Live Music Awards (I know, I've never heard of them either).
George, who recently completed a stint as a sidewalk-sweeper in New York after being nailed for possession (which I never get sick of pointing out), was giving interviews at the awards presentation when some young people began furiously heckling him. Incensed by the youngsters' jeers, George began shouting back such witty rejoinders as, "I know I'm a queer. Shut your mouth 'til I knock you out," and "bend over and be quiet."
When this failed to stem the cascade of pubescent negativity, George ran over to the window the teens were behind and whipped his champagne glass at it (you know somebody's a tough guy when they start flinging flues).
George insists that he was actually calm during the whole affair, saying, "otherwise they'd be dead."
What is it that makes these old queens like Boy George and Elton John so angry? I'm not that angry. Ok, maybe back in my younger days, before I discovered the wonders of Xanax, but not anymore. No. Now I'm the picture of tranquility. Rowdy adolescents could shout epithets at me all day and I'd just keep smiling and smiling. And smiling. And smiling...
