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The New Paul O’Grady Show is on Channel 4 every weekday at 5pm
Paul O’Grady is not what you would call quiet. Sitting waiting to interview him in the elegant surroundings of a plush, boutique London hotel, the noise of the traffic and the city going about its hectic business is drowned out entirely by the familiar Birkenhead brogue that comes thundering out of the next door room. No other voice is audible, there seem to be no gaps between O’Grady’s monologues, and when I’m finally ushered in, he’s sitting alone, giving the disturbing impression that he’s in there on his own shouting at the walls. Thankfully, there’s another door, out of which he assures me a previous interviewer has left, quite possibly to go and have eardrum replacement surgery.
Paul O’Grady, it turns out, is as boring as he is quiet. Once he’s started, there’s no stopping him – the wit, the acid barbs and the (frequently self-deprecating) put downs flow freely. Little wonder he’s now one of the jewels in the daytime TV crown, with his new show launching on Channel 4 this spring.
O’Grady, who suffered a heart attack in 2002, is surprisingly healthy looking, tanned and athletic, and an imposing 6’2” tall. His manner is warm and conspiratorial, and he sits sipping tea and smoking Benson & Hedges between enthusiastically-bellowed answers.
You’ve had some pretty extraordinary jobs in your time, haven’t you? Cleo Laine’s cleaner, an abattoir worker, a waiter in a brothel in Manila.
I only cleaned for Cleo Laine once. I worked for a cleaning agency, you see – she was just a one-off client. I did Margot Fontaine and all, and W H Auden. I didn’t know at the time. So I only ever cleaned her flat once, and I never saw her. In the abattoir I worked in the offices. I hated it, but it was the only job I could get at the time.
And how did you end up in the Filipino brothel?
Gussy’s was a jazz bar, and I started off by going in to have a drink. All the clubs in the Far East then used to have the ‘comfort rooms’ upstairs – it was when all the GIs were in Manila. But it wasn’t all exploitation then, they were all fairly mature women, quite a lot of them Westerners as well. So I got a job as a waiter in there, ‘cos I got on well with them all.
Being a gay man working in a bar frequented by American GIs – didn’t they give you a hard time?
They were fabulous. They were always at me, trying to get me up in the comfort rooms. I’d say ‘You couldn’t afford me. Here, Popeye, drink that.’ No, I’ve never had a problem from people for being gay. I was reading that stuff in the paper today about the BBC having to have a certain number of gay people on, and you just think ‘I could think of millions of gays on telly.’ The sad thing is half of them aren’t out. In fact, if you were to take the gay element away from television you’d find it sadly depleted. There’d be nobody in the building.
Where did Lily Savage come from?
She was never really based on anyone. I think I sort of absorbed pieces of my Auntie, pieces of my mum, pieces of women I’d looked after or worked with in Social Services, prossies I’d worked with, strippers I knew, and then bits of Marlene Dietrich. Lily’s totally fictional – nobody carries on like that – surely they don’t. She was just a big cartoon, drawn by hand and executed by me.
Do you miss her?
No, I don’t, because I always hated the dressing up. I loathed it. I hate make up, I can’t stand wearing make up. Lipstick freaks me out. I used to hate it. I never used to eat as Lily – once the lippy went on, to eat a sandwich was horrible. It’s no place for sissies, drag. Because you’ve got all the corsets, the heels, the nails, three pairs of tights so you don’t have to shave your legs, mortician’s wax to block out your eyebrows. It was so heavy and uncomfortable. I used to loathe it.
So she’ll never grace our screens again?
No, I shouldn’t think so. I might do a panto as her, but even then, I think now at 50, stood there in a mini-skirt at 50 years of age, with me handbag hanging and a fag on, I’m not sure. I don’t know. She’s not necessarily finished for good, never say never. I could pack the bag and do the act tonight if I wanted to. I didn’t dump her when she was on the skids, Lily went out on a high. It was scary. Lynda La Plante said to me I was killing the goose that laid the golden egg, and it really was a worry, getting rid of something that was so successful, but I thought ‘No, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be doing it for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be a bloody 90-year-old drag queen.’
You now live on a farm in Kent. Is that indicative of you toning down your lifestyle?
Not really. It’s more because when I was a kid I used to go over to Ireland a lot, to my dad’s family. And they were farming folk. So I knew everything I was doing when I bought my livestock. I knew how to milk a cow, how to care for chickens and sheep and pigs. It was second nature to me.
So it’s an actual working livestock farm?
Oh it’s an actual farm all right. Nothing gets sold to the abattoir, though. They’re all pets. Ex-battery hens, my geese, who I love. They’re vicious. They’re called the Geestapo. The big goose is called the Fuhrer, and his girlfriend is Eva Braun. They’re so vicious, I love them. I like being surrounded by the animals, I find it very soothing.
Have you cut back on your lifestyle since your heart attack?
Oh yeah. It was a mixture of that and just thinking ‘I’ve done this, I can’t be bothered any more.’ I’ve spent my entire working life as Lily in clubs and pubs, so that went hand-in-hand with the lifestyle. There’s not a city in this country where I don’t know at least ten publicans. But the hours are a killer. And I find I’ve just lost the taste for booze. I wish it was the same with the bloody ciggies. If I go to an awards ceremony I always get hammered, because the food’s crap and there are so many people you know, and you get excited. And before you realise it you’ve had a bottle of red wine. But I’ve never drunk in the day, and I’ve never drunk at home. That was my dad, he’d say ‘If you want a drink, get out and have one. You don’t sit in the house and drink’. And it’s never left me, that.
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