Q Questionnaire: Holly Johnson
Nights drawing in. It’s a bit “parky” out. Frozen pipes. In no time we’ll all be building the Blue Peter “advent crown”. Brrrrr. What better to while away the winter evenings than a spot of unrelenting pop star probe-ology. Toast ye a marshmallow on this…
What’s the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
Breakfast TV and a cup of tea wakes me. Then I have a bath.
What was the first gig you went to?
David Bowie at the Liverpool Empire, Summer 1973.
Which song do you wish you had written?
Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Night And Day, White Christmas, Venus In Furs.
When did you last cry and why?
At the end of a movie. I usually cry during films where individuals are victimised but refuse to give up.
What is your most treasured material possession?
My Epiphone acoustic guitar.
Who was the last person you slept with?
What do you think of Bob Dylan?
Before my time really. Once stylish poet/icon.
What is the best advice you’ve ever received?
Get it in writing.
What characteristics do you think you’ve inherited from your parents?
Mainly physical ones but I may be as mad as I think they are.
What is the biggest myth about fame?
That it automatically equals great wealth and personal happiness.
What are you like when you’re drunk?
Easy! Obnoxious? I no longer drink.
Who would you have play you in a film?
Bette Davis, Divine or Bette Midler.
Pick five words that describe yourself.
Creative, intuitive, egotistical, stylish, QUEER.
Is there one piece of criticism that sticks in your mind?
Do you believe in God?
I believe in more of a Universal Love Thing really.
What is your most unpleasant characteristic?
Not being satisfied with who and what I am; alternating with believing I am Genius.
What is your greatest fear?
What ambitions do you still have to fulfil?
Are you afraid of failure?
What do you never leave home without?
Attitude, a handbag and a pair of sunglasses.
Who is your best male friend and your best female friend?
Male: Wolfgang Kuhle.
Who would you most like to meet?
William Burroughs, Judy Garland, Jean Cocteau, Truman Capote, Luke Sissyfag.
What music would you have played at your funeral?
I’m still thinking about that one.
When you look in the mirror, do you like what you see?
Very rarely; but it depends where the mirror is.
Do you have anything to declare?
There’s not much left to declare really, except perhaps that I own a Klaus Nomi record.