Boy George pops up on FaceTime from his London lockdown location in a simple black hat and T-shirt. “I’ll get excited about dressing up when this is over,” he says, meaning the pandemic. His default setting, during a call that starts fast and goes on accelerating, is a big smile and cackling, cheeky, contagious laugh.
He has been isolating for four weeks. Does he do Zoom quizzes? No, he does Zoom raves. The other night he opened up a video chat for anyone to log onto, which ended after some Russian started showing porn. For daily exercise he rides a bike. Is he spotted in the city? “The people who always recognise me are homeless,” he bellows.
We spoke last week, on a rare day
