Terrible news! As if it's not awful enough that my pink trooper is turning black and blue in detention at Her Maj's Pleasure for trying to have sexual intercourse with a copper (allegedly), my fiancée Molly Parkin is giving up her Parkin Lot gig at the Green Carnation club in London's Greek Street. All the colour's draining away.
What will one do with oneself on Tuesday nights? Just how many other night owl events are being hosted by a style queen who got it together with a 23 year-old surfer boy when she was 73? Molly is a unique beast, and I am frankly appalled by her decision to quit.
It's all daughter Sophie's fault. Just cos she's gone and fallen in love and is off to Holland (or "Hollandaise Sauce Land" as Molly puts it). See, Sophie did all the arranging. The stretch limo bookings, the moozik selections (nothing post '68 - tsk), the readings and what have you - actually, I don't know if any of this is true, but it sounds right and that's all that matters on this site. So I guess Queen Molly, used to being waited on, has decided she has better things to do in Chelsea as her Cannes-bound biopic and a Croatian adventure beckon.
And what of her sexy male attendants? Roberto, the Welsh-Spanish ex-fiancé of Sophie's and his lovely composer friend, Leonardo Di Lorenzo whose horoscope I must do? And that awful squirt who goes around the club bitching about the Molly biopic (he really must be dealt with) ... will I see these gorgeous hunks ever again?
Leonardo Di Lorenzo
Still, I mustn't forget that I plan to marry Molly. Andrew Logan will tie us up sometime soon and perhaps Zandra Rhodes will be Maid of Honour. It will be a new kind of union, one rooted in art but visceral nonetheless. I reserve the right to try to seduce all of Molly's slaves, whatever their imagined orientation. And she can have her surfer boys.
Molly's last night is on Tuesday, April 7 - come and see her off to new adventures, as well as Sophie to Hollandaise Sauce Land.
Green Carnation
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