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He’s the music industry’s David Brent

October 18, 2006

“Gawd! Ha ha! Just imagine if ELTON JOHN was here! Hah hah hah!” Yes, Boy George, let’s just imagine what would happen if Elton John got into a lift that didn’t work, shall we? Would he impersonate a successful pop star, in a vain attempt to demonstrate his strange sense of humour and seem as un-celeb as poss, or would he simply stroll out of the lift and into the next one? Actually, he probably would have a hissy fit, similar to the one BG enacted, but the point is that, in watching last night’s The Madness of Boy George, we were presented with a character who seems so insecure over his own place in the musical world, that he feels the need to name drop, back stab and big himself up at every opportunity. He’s the music industry’s David Brent. “You’d never see MADONNA doing this, eh?” he said to a fellow road sweeper, during his community service. “Ooh, do you know her?” “Erm… Well, I met her once,” he mumbles, clearly peeved at his bluff being called.

I was half expecting him to come out with a ridiculous comedy dance a la Brent at any moment. But luckily, we were saved that embarrassment. Instead, we followed BG around on his community service and heard how he had been abused by the police: they were calling him “dirty faggot” through loud speakers (oh please – let’s remember that, when he was arrested, BG admitted that he thought a photo was talking to him… He claims that the reason the judge humiliated him was because of publicity. Er… What publicity could a judge possibly want? Surely the judge was actually treating BG as a normal member of the public and not giving him special favours, as seems to happen all the time these days.

Throughout the documentary, he bitches about everyone, which only serves to make himself look bad (just like Brent slagging off his main rival, Neil among many others who he thinks threaten his position). Okay, I loved the fact that he didn’t seem to care who he offended, but it made him look small, insecure and as if he was desperately clinging onto his fame. And he really doesn’t have to. He’s still a very successful DJ. Perhaps he misses his life as a public figure, the poster boy of the ’80s – after all, now he’s a fat gay tranny, who has to hide in the darkness of the DJ booth.

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