'There was so much death' | Music | The Guardian
George Michael is counting the number of ways he has tried to destroy his career . We are sitting upstairs in his management office just across the road He met Ridgeley at school, and they became friends - Ridgeley's . he is writing songs once again, planning to tour, and looking forward to the future. Lyrics to "I'll See You Again" song by Westlife: Always you will be part of me And I will forever feel your strength When I need it most You're gone. Josh Groban. To Where You Are George Harrison. My Sweet Sting. Fragile. Westlife. I'll See You Again. The Seekers. The Carnival Is Over. The Seekers.
Thought the whole bloody British Isle owed him their freedom and allegiance. Arthur gritted his teeth and snatched the glass. And kindly refrain from calling me your buddy.
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He barely went through a bottle a year before the war. Since the Americans turned up, he went through a carton a night. He was obviously used to getting his way with that grin… but it bloody well wasn't going to work with Arthur. Let someone else pour the drinks for a while. Take a load off. Alfred seemed able to stretch every word into seven syllables.
Arthur suppressed his irritation, pushed the glass across the bar, and attempted to be polite. He had a reputation as a gentleman to uphold, after all. That's an insult to a man, that is. The arrogance was unfathomable. Arthur felt the tiniest stab of guilt, and could not stop himself adding, "Maybe another time.
I look forward to having that drink with ya. Arthur let out a deep breath. He turned and placed the bourbon back on the shelf, took a cloth from beneath the bar, and began wiping the bar top vigorously.
Arthur had never dealt with something like this before. Customers asked him for drinks, he served them. None of them ever asked him to join them — hell, most of them barely spared a word for him. Yet this American pilot had bothered him every night for a week: Arthur could not understand it.
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Of course, a tiny, hopeful part of his brain held the smallest suspicion - but no. Arthur had spent too long suppressing that secret part of himself. The reason he had no close friends, the reason his brothers hated him; the reason he cut himself off from society, the reason even his country's armed services refused to accept him.
He had learnt from his past mistakes, and knew better than to see his own secret wishes and desires where actually there was nothing. But then, what was it about this bloody Yank? Why did he keep asking Arthur to drink with him? Why did he keep looking over at Arthur behind the bar and waving? Why did he have to grin like that? And why the bloody hell did it affect Arthur so much when he did?
Arthur risked a glance over at the pilot's table. He always sat at the same one, by the second front window, with that other fellow who looked so much like him that Arthur wondered if they were brothers. Sure enough, Alfred was looking right at him.
Arthur quickly looked down. He ran a hand over his heated forehead and felt it burning red. Throwing the cloth down, Arthur stormed over to the other side of the busy pub. Surely there must be some empty glasses to pick up. An elderly regular nodded to him as he passed.
Don't even know why we need them here, it's not as though our boys can't take on the Jerry's without them!
His eyes flashed fleetingly towards Alfred's table before he quickly turned to serve the table of rowdy soldiers. A few hours later, with the place thankfully somewhat quieter, Arthur finally had a chance to wipe down the vacant tables and collect empty glasses.
He did have a few staff, but they only worked occasionally, and Arthur barely even knew their names. He preferred to do most of the work here himself. This was his pub, after all.
It wasn't much, but it was his entire life; it was everything he knew. The long bar that ran across the room, the old wooden tables and chairs that had never been replaced. The huge fireplace and its ornate mantelpiece. The ancient brick walls; the creaky narrow staircases that led down to the cold, dark cellar and up to his cosy, familiar living area.
Arthur knew every part of this place like his own body. It had always been a family business, but Arthur was the last family member left here now. He felt it his duty to do as much as possible on his own. Arthur headed back to the bar, glancing around the room as he went.
Most of the patrons left were locals. The more intoxicated Americans had already been dragged back to base, but a few remained to have a few quiet drinks before close. Arthur tried to avoid looking his way, but could not ignore the loud voice that called to him as he walked past the American's table. This could not be a good idea… "Very well then. After all, the place was fairly quiet. Maybe this would finally stop Alfred's constant requests, as well as put Arthur's own curiosities to rest.
Alfred was obviously just a friendly young guy who treated everyone like this. Arthur sat down at the table, taking the seat closest to the bar.
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He half hoped for a patron to approach it for a drink, giving him an excuse to leave. Much to his annoyance, he was far too nervous sitting this close to Alfred. Arthur glared at him.
Alfred slapped the man on the shoulder and grinned at Arthur. He really did look remarkably like Alfred. Lovely pub you have here. Are you a pilot as well, Lieutenant? And besides, it was probably safer to make conversation with Matthew than Alfred. Like get yourself killed. Confuses the hell out of some of the superiors, I tell ya what. Finally made Matt grow his hair so they can tell us apart. Alfred was not making it easy.
Matthew started to reply but Alfred cut him off. No longer a subject of the British Empire, eh, Matt? Lives on maple syrup, carries little polar bears around…" Arthur furrowed his brow. He's my lucky mascot. Anyway, we all have one… a lucky charm that is.
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And nothing's ever turned up. But hey, never needed one before. I'm alive, ain't I? Arthur thought he had better follow suit. Arthur was still not used to that laugh.
It was the most boisterous, unique laugh he had ever heard. Usually half the pub turned and looked whenever Alfred let loose with it. At least the pub had quieted down even further, with only a handful of Americans still remaining. Matthew had left twenty minutes earlier - something about needing to oil an engine, Arthur couldn't remember - after Alfred spent a couple of minutes winking at him.
What was with all this winking? It must be an American thing. Michael spent the next four years nursing his boyfriend to his death. Now, he says, he thinks his battle against Sony with whom he is now back was partly a projection of his rage at what was happening to Feleppa.
Michael went into a depressive spiral. Perhaps it was inevitable, he says - genetics. There was a terrible history of depression in the family. I had this overwhelming feeling that the best was behind me. I so loved my mum, and respected her. The Prozac made his head even worse, he says. Today, he has cut down hugely, but when he occasionally loses his thread or forgets a question, he blames the cannabis.
Did it stifle his creativity? Unfortunately, it is a writing tool now, which is one of the things that makes it hard to give up. My confidence went through the floor. He was told that he was within months of being paralysed unless he had a major back operation, which left him with rods in his back and permanent pain. He later discovered the operation was unnecessary. He tried to pre-empt loss by buying a labrador puppy as a companion and eventual replacement for his ageing dog.
So I went through that and then the dog died soon after anyway. Of all the terrible things he mentions that have happened, this is not one of them. He controlled the situation brilliantly, using it to come out with humour, astonishing dignity considering the circumstances and a massive hit record and video, Outside, that recreated the incident. It relaunched his stalling career. He has said so many times that it turned out to be a blessing.
Except in America, where after offending the corporate giants he had now offended the Christian right. Does he still go cruising?
- 'There was so much death'
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That was the whole point. In the film he gives plenty of scope to his detractors. He also accuses Michael of taking himself too seriously. Someone like George will not accept that anyone has any form of bisexuality. He does the same things as straight people do.
He wants to know he can tell. He told the media that he was living with his boyfriend Kenny Goss but they enjoyed an open relationship and he had a voracious sexual appetite. Deep down, part of me thinks the wrath of God is the reality.
The Murdoch press told him to stick to what he knows best - public toilets. The level of bile was shocking. I find it fucking laughable! I basically did that benefit because there were families starving, never mind who was right. That was the kind of thing I was drawn to at