I am not perfect; a flaw that is frequently pointed out to me. I have made mistakes, one of which has recently cost me my career, and I fear, my marriage. Susan had seen numerous photos of me in the tabloids before. Some flattering, some not so much. But I guess seeing your husband on the front page with his face buried between a lap-dancer’s breasts, is pretty difficult to overlook. In my defence I have absolutely no recollection of the incident.

It occurred following the Elton John fiasco—the biggest interview of my career. As Elton had prattled on about how the death of The English Rose had led to the reworking of his classic hit Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, I couldn’t help wondering what people of the gay persuasion actually got up to in the bedroom. With my brain awash with ho...

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