I am camp. Lots of gay men can't cope with their campness. They are in denial about it.

It sounds deeply shallow, but for brief spells every member of the public can be fascinating.

Where I get bored is when I show up for a shoot and they want me to wear a feather boa. Too obvious a thing for a poof on the telly to do.

Because society places a value on masculinity, gay men aspire to it. If you go to a gay club and the doorman says, 'You do realise this is a gay club, don't you lads?' you get all excited because you think, 'Wow, he thought I was straight!'

I've so exceeded what I ever wanted to do.

My mobile rang around lunchtime one day, and it was George Michael. He wanted to come in on Friday. We were like, 'okay, if that's what you want'. And he was a very good guest. That's a real exception to the rule.

I do get pleasure from very inconsequential things, like shopping for clothes.