Boy George

The 1970s was probably the most exciting decade to be a teenager, from discovering Little Richard at the end of the 1960s to glam rock to punk rock to electro music. So much happened in that 10-year span. There were so many musical revolutions. Some were happening at the same time. You had disco going on behind punk. You had Michael Jackson. You had the Sex Pistols.

Leigh [Bowery] affected a posh English voice and elongated his vowels, and you never knew if he was being sincere or mocking you. If I ever commented on one of his outfits he would snip, “Oh, thank you, Mr. Boy George. I do value your opinion.” And then he would spin and make some ridiculous noise and mince off.

You’re lucky if you reach the point where you go, “OK, I have a wonderful life …I fly around the world, stay in beautiful places, people are generally quite sweet to me, what’s to complain about?” But I think you have to get there… And it’s taken me the best part of 54 years to reach that point where I’m like, “I’m very lucky, I’m lucky, I’m blessed” – all of those things. I wish I could impart that to other people but I think when you’re young, you just don’t listen.

Whenever there’s an interview with me, I might read it, but I don’t read the comments because they’re so hateful sometimes. When someone writes something nasty, I just think, “If that’s your contribution to my day, I really don’t need your impoliteness.” I’m lucky that people are very cool with me and I get a lot of love. I appreciate that.

The Taboo scene was a kind of deconstructed version of the New Romantics. The Taboo crowd was using a lot of the visual ideas that had already been used. I remember the first time I spotted Leigh Bowery and Trojan parading around in clubs: They were in their “Pakis from Outer Space” look, and the makeup was quite similar to one of my old looks, because I was quite fond of wearing blue, green, or yellow foundation, and so I was pretty dismissive of them at first.