A Boy Called Audrey (Pictures from an Exhumation)

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We lived in a bedsit and there were two American sailors in the basement room. Based at the Holy Loch they were only in Glasgow at weekends. One day, one of them left his bag, a beautiful leather bag, on the doorstep. He was born in Rutherglen, South Lanarkshire, the eldest child of Sarah (nee Rae) and George Logan, who worked in the motor industry. There were theatrical cousins on his father’s side and theirs was a musical household, with young George enchanted by the Tchaikovsky recordings he heard on the radio. You can picture it, the Bonnie and Clyde of Glasgow and a bloody sailor's handbag," he laughs. When my father bailed us out, the copper said to him, 'We are a little concerned about the relationship between your son, who is 19, and this man who is 28, because we realised they share a bedsit and they also share a bed.'

As I was watching all these acts I realised they were getting eight quid for doing gags I’d heard a hundred times. I thought, ‘I could do that and play the piano at the same time and keep the whole 10 quid to myself.’”You did all your camp stuff when you were in your group or at a party, on the street you had to screw the nut a wee bit, that is to say, you developed a kind of supernatural sensitivity as to when it was the time to 'let it out' and when to 'keep it in,' and I did that. Next thing, the boy comes looking for his bag. He'd left it at the door while he went to pay his taxi. Anyway, when he went away, we opened it... it was full of booze and cigarettes. When the booze was all drunk and the cigarettes smoked, I told Tommy to get rid of the bag... Being part of the scene was like belonging to an exclusive club and, despite homosexuality being illegal in Scotland until 1980, as opposed to 1967 in England and Wales, George recalls the police tended to approach the law with a very light touch. Logan wrote a fictional account of Hinge’s life and career, The Naked Doctor, in 2014, and, the following year, a joyous, sometimes filthy, personal memoir, A Boy Called Audrey. By this time he had opened his own guest house in Limousin, France, with his partner, Louie Perone, whom he married in 2019. That came about when Tommy, my boyfriend at the time, and I were charged with theft," he reveals. "It really is a stupid, stupid, stupid story.

Then, one night, I was sitting at Waterloo Street bus station, waiting for my bus home, when these obvious queens arrived, all camp and outrageous. I was petrified but fascinated at the same time. Inevitably they came over and started taking to me... that was when the door opened.

A Boy Called Audrey

The police officer continued, 'Not that we pursue people in such a situation, but your son is actually under age...' Whatever that means, in those days you were illegal at any age. There was just no sense to it all.