Quite sad news....my crazy gay second cousin died last night. My nana called and told me this morning. He had been ill for quite some time, he was on a dialysis machine (is that how you spell it?) and lots of medication. Over the Christmas holidays, he and his sister, his aunt (my nana), my mum (his cousin) and my dad (nothing) all went to Spain. It sounded like they had a blast, but during the second week there he stopped taking his medication and became very ill.
Knowing our joe he probably just decided that he'd had enough pill popping and that he was ready to throw the towel in, which is fair enough and no one would of been able to talk him into doing anything he didn't want to. He was a stubborn bugger, then again they all are on my mother's side, my god my mothers the worst, won't budge, not for anything once they get their heads on.
Anyway he was a riot, I remember when I was in my teens and the fashion in those days was those stupid skin tight shiny pants from "Grease" which I wore with a long t-shirt that you tied a knot in at the hip and wore with big hoop earrings...yeah I know it sounds tragic but I thought I rocked. Anyway my folks are throwing this party and all the family are there from Liverpool, plus local friends. So our Joey comes waltzing in looking like Quentin Crisp, (he always did), marches straight over to me and demands to know where I got my long t-shirt from, even made me write it down. Lo and behold the old queen went out and got himself one and wore it round the Liverpool streets, chest out like a proud hen, he was unbelievable.
Just think about it from my perspective, growing up with a very flamboyant gay cousin was just fab. Ok a little weird, because the whole gay thing wasn't really talked about when I was young, so it made us stand out, like the bloody Adam's Family, which I guess at first I hated, but then grew to love, absolutely love it....
Sharp witted, very sarcastic, and such a bitch....he will be missed.
