Welcome to The Pink Green Room — the chaise longue of historical camp gossip
It’s October. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s boring. Four things that I have been saying to myself incessantly and we’re only five days into the month! With the virus still prevailing over our social lives, and much else besides, I have been persuaded, by popular demand, to transpose the junk shop of historical camp gossip and theatrical tit-bits, that I have been boring my friends and family with for years, onto the web. What follows on this blog are random, and probably sporadic, jottings to keep me occupied and out of everyone’s hair. The posts are likely to delve into the arts and culture, both high and low (and not forgetting the lowest of the low) of the LGBT community in the last one-hundred years or so. Sound any good? Well frankly, whether you enjoy reading this or not is something that neither concerns nor interests me particularly — as the late, great Kenneth Williams once said ‘I am too old, too tired and too talented to care’. Personally, I think that I have been cajoled into writing this by my partner to stop me rambling on about this sort of thing but if you learn anything or are entertained by anything that I write, then I suppose my haphazard accumulation of theatrical anecdotes and literary trivia have been somewhat worthwhile. When all is said and done, a dash of greasepaint and the swish of a red velvet curtain can bring a bit of vim and vigour to us all — goodness knows we need it after the year we’ve had!
So come on in to The Pink Green Room — sit back on your chaise longue, throne, pouffe, or other highly-camp seating arrangement, pour your self a large G&T…or two (because I certainly am) and enjoy!
Varda you later!
The Old Gay Gossipmonger
5th October 2020
