Staging a one-man production of Sleeping Beauty on my head.

“Make it pink.”
“Make it blue!”

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The original and latest stars of RuPaul’s Drag Race, live in Glasgow.

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This year, courtesy of my two dearest friends, I received the absolute best birthday presents a man could ever hope for – to wit: an Ursula birthday cake flavoured like a giant Jaffa Cake, and the closest (or at least most legal way) I will ever come to owning a red panda.

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A few weeks back, I decided once again to test the old adage about gentlemen’s preferences, though this time without the assistance of a professional. I figured, however, that since the last hairdresser who helped lift my hair to blonde also burnt my head in the process and left my scalp leaking plasma for the three days that followed, I couldn’t really do a worse job by taking matters into my own hands. Here’s the step-by-step!

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Flowers in my hair and your breath smelled like whiskey
Promised anywhere that I go, take you with me.

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Given the effort my mum went to for my grandad’s 78th a few years back, it came as no surprise that his gangster-themed 80th was a typically understated affair.

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Death-defying feats of weaponry with the stars of the Pretty Things Peepshow.

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