by Johnny Fox | May 11, 2013 | Cabaret, Drag, Reviews
As a gay man whose formative clubbing years were in the glamour-obsessed 80s, drag ought to be right up my (Danny La) Rue, “dear”, but it just isn’t. Never was. Even now I can’t see the irony in tipping up to a Soho bar in colourful wig, eyeliner and...
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