Tuesday 1st March 2011

Today is the 40th Birthday of Harry Rollo, the world-renouned impressario and performance artist.

We go on the River Thames this evening  – in furs, in  a boat.

Curious fact: more Poor Little Rich Gays than statistics have laid down for our guidance were born on the 1st of the month: Sebastian Archer, the elusive world-taste shaper, the Photo Multi, and me, Adrian Edge, to name but a few.

Harry Rollo is a greatness. He said, of hotels, ‘Four Stars – Hell. Five Stars – Heaven’. Bracingly brutal yet endlessly forgiving, he has given and given for his Art and suffered too, he is on the world stage yet off it, dragged still human into the spotlight, working, working, weaving, making, with words also in company as well as performance art, yet watching trash TV and up in all the latest hotel news.

Poor Little Rich Gays have two choices: either to add to the gaiety of nations or to achieve lasting  greatness.

Harry Rollo has done both.