An Evening With Quentin Crisp\u00a0<\/em>\u2026 He was incredibly witty, fantastically entertaining. The last half of the show, though, was him coming out and riffing off of cue-cards that the audience had written for him. And I always remembered it.\u201d<\/p>\nThe cue-card part of Dickinson\u2019s show has proved popular. \u201cScribble down what you like \u2013 insults … whatever it is,\u201d the singer said. \u201cI take them backstage during the interval and very rapidly turn that into some kind of script.\u201d He recalled a prime example: \u201c[S]omebody wrote on a cue-card, \u2018Do you remember meeting my mom in a hotel in Budapest in 1983?\u2019 And now my brain’s really racing. And at the end of it, he put, \u2018By the way, you’re not my dad. I checked.\u2019 When you get stuff like that, it’s sort of comedy gold, really. It’s quite a straightforward question, but it’s how you glue it together.\u201d<\/p>\n
He confirmed that, as well as accepting digs from fans, he\u2019ll also \u201ctake the mickey out of, largely, myself.” He added, \u201cI have been guilty of wearing \u2014 unrepentantly, I should add \u2014 some of the most ridiculous trousers in the world. \u2026 There’s a reason why I\u2019m not invited to Paris Fashion Week.\u201d<\/p>\n
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