Shining light

HE VOLUNTEERS IT within 10 minutes of meeting me. “People either love me or fucking hate me, put every ounce of belief into me or don’t believe [in] me whatsoever,” he says, sounding more bullish than

Tell us why your tour is called Borderline National Trinket. It was a title conferred on me by my late husband who overheard someone describe me as a national treasure. He thought that needed an urgen

Eleven years on from the ‘transgender tipping point’ — a term coined by Time magazine when it featured Laverne Cox on its cover, and a moment of self-visualisation and representation for many a trans

It was a 24/7 existence. The phone did not stop ringing. It was like being on Concorde for six years, and I loved it. The speed at which they went from A-Z was incredible. They did the Marquee, then t

At Baileys nightclub in Leicester in 1975, Frank Worthington dressed up as Elvis Presley (below) and belted out the hits of the King of Rock ’n’ Roll. The iconic forward worshipped Elvis, and did his

I bellow, naked under a waterfall in the Welsh countryside, each drop of water as vital as a first kiss. But there’s no one around to hear me, save for countless trees swaying in the breeze as if expr