Blessings at Riverside Studios is a richly atmospheric and deeply human exploration of family, faith, and the moral turbulence of the 1960s. Directed with sensitivity and intelligence, the play captures a pivotal moment in British social history — a decade when traditional values clashed with the new freedoms of a changing world. It’s a thoughtful, gripping production brought vividly to life by a stellar cast, led by Gary Webster and an extraordinary debut performance by Freddie Webster.
Freddie Webster.
Set against a backdrop of shifting class structures and cultural awakening, Blessings weaves its story around a working-class family grappling with the personal consequences of societal change. The writing is sharp and heartfelt, with themes of loyalty, pride, and redemption pulsing beneath every exchange. The set design immediately evokes the texture of the 1960s — all formica kitchens, nicotine-stained wallpaper, and muted optimism — drawing the audience into a world both familiar and fading.
Rising Star Freddie Webster
At the centre of it all is Gary Webster, whose commanding presence anchors the production. Best known for his iconic turns in Minder and EastEnders, Webster once again proves he is one of the UK’s most underrated actors. His performance here is layered and magnetic: a man torn between old loyalties and the unrelenting push of modern life. He brings a bruised dignity to the role — a quiet strength mixed with a sense of defeat that feels heartbreakingly authentic. In a just world, this performance would cement his reputation as one of Britain’s finest stage actors.
Underestimated Gary Webster
Equally striking is the breakout performance of Freddie Webster, making his professional stage debut after studying at Mountview Drama School. It’s rare to see such poise, nuance, and emotional truth in a first-timer. Freddie delivers a performance that is at once raw and refined, capturing the restless energy of youth alongside the vulnerability of someone desperate to find their place in a world that doesn’t quite make sense. His natural stage presence and impeccable timing mark him as a talent to watch — a future star in the making. The chemistry between father and son, both on stage and in spirit, is palpable and moving, adding an extra layer of resonance to the drama.
Hannah Traylen, as Frances, deserves special mention. She brings warmth, wit, and quiet steel to a role that could easily have been overshadowed in lesser hands. Traylen’s Frances is a woman of her time but also ahead of it — sharp-tongued yet tender, pragmatic yet passionate. It’s a beautifully judged performance suggesting that Traylen is another rising talent with a bright future
Gary Webster and Hannah Traylen .
The supporting cast contribute solidly, creating a believable ensemble that breathes life into every corner of the story. The pacing of the piece, while deliberate, allows each emotional beat to land fully. If there is a minor quibble, it’s that the play runs a little long without an interval — at times, one finds oneself wishing for a short pause to absorb the emotional intensity before diving back in. Yet, in truth, this is a small price to pay for the richness of the experience. The continuous flow also has its advantages: it keeps the audience immersed, never breaking the spell the actors have so carefully woven.
Technically, Blessings is beautifully realised. Lighting and sound design work in quiet harmony to evoke both nostalgia and unease. The director’s attention to period detail ensures that nothing feels contrived; instead, every moment feels lived-in and real. The dialogue crackles with authenticity, alternating between humour and heartbreak in a way that mirrors real life.
Ultimately, Blessings is a triumph — a play that reminds us why live theatre matters. It challenges, it moves, and it connects. It holds a mirror up to a time not so long ago, showing us how the struggles of the past still echo in the present. Gary Webster delivers a masterclass in restrained power,
The result is an evening of theatre that feels both timeless and immediate — .
Why Katie Price Needs to Back Off and Let Her Kids Shine Without Her Interference
Growing up is never easy — not for the average teenager, and certainly not for those with famous parents. For most young people, adolescence is about carving out your own identity, deciding who you want to be, and pursuing your chosen career or further education. It’s a period of self-discovery and independence. But when your every move has been played out in the glare of the press since childhood, the challenge is far greater.
Children of celebrities live with a unique pressure. They’re often unfairly labelled with the now-infamous tag “Nepo Baby” — short for “nepotism baby” — a term referring to someone whose career mirrors or is connected to that of their famous parent. The implication is clear: their achievements aren’t earned but handed to them through family connections. The phrase is often used as an insult, suggesting that their success is unearned, undeserved, or simply the result of privilege.
Of course, this isn’t always the case. Some celebrity children go out of their way to avoid using their family name, working hard to make it on their own merits. In many instances, the public only learns of their famous parentage long after they’ve established themselves. On the flip side, stepping into the same spotlight as a parent and not quite measuring up can be devastating for mental health. The pressure to “live up to” a legacy can crush even the most talented young person.
Take Princess Andre, for example. She’s a young woman with dreams, ambition, and — crucially — talent. Under the guidance of Clare Powell, a woman I’d call a genius in the world of entertainment management, Princess has been making strides toward building her own career. Powell is the same powerhouse who played a key role in shaping Katie Price’s early career. Importantly, Katie is not directly involved in Princess’s current projects.
Stunning Princess Andrea
Now, I’ve been a huge supporter of Katie Price over the years — I’ve defended her when many wouldn’t. But on this occasion, Katie, it’s time to take a step back. In fact, take one hundred steps back. Be a proud mum, but let Princess shine without you hovering in the background. It’s about dignity — a word that doesn’t often appear in the Pricey vocabulary — and allowing your daughter to succeed on her own terms.
I have a close friend whose sons are both stars now: one’s a famous rock musician, the other a West End performer. Before their success, my friend made a conscious decision to stay out of their spotlight. No hanging around at every audition, no being photographed at every event. She let them find their own way, even if it meant watching from the sidelines. That kind of quiet support is invaluable — and something Katie could learn from.
The truth is, Princess already has “star” written all over her. Yes, her famous parents have opened some doors — there’s no denying that. But she’s also beautiful, poised, polite, and grounded in a way that the teenage Jordan (Katie’s former alter ego) simply wasn’t. While Katie at that age was known for her brashness and colourful vocabulary, Princess seems to have a quiet charm and grace that’s refreshing to see.
Of course, fame dynamics can get tricky within families. I’ve seen it happen. Sometimes a parent who’s spent years in the spotlight finds it hard when their child begins to eclipse them. I remember a friend whose mother was always the centre of attention. We once attended a concert together, and during the show, the star actually stopped mid-performance to compliment my friend’s daughter — “Who is this beauty?” they asked. The girl was thrilled. But when she turned to share the moment with her mum, the mother had vanished, unable to handle not being the one in the spotlight.
Even Hollywood royalty have faced this. Liza Minnelli once admitted that her mother, Judy Garland, struggled to accept her daughter’s fame. It’s a reminder that parental pride can sometimes be mixed with a very human sense of insecurity.
In Princess’s case, the potential is huge. She has the looks, the talent, and the personality to carve out a significant career in modelling, media, or whatever creative path she chooses. The worst thing that could happen is for her efforts to be overshadowed by her mum’s drama, headlines, or interference.
Some might argue that Katie’s involvement is only natural — after all, she’s been in the industry for decades. But let’s be honest: sometimes experience comes with baggage. Katie’s falling-out with Clare Powell has been well documented, but that shouldn’t affect Princess’s choices. Powell helped make Katie a household name in the first place. This is show business — not “show friends” — and if I had a daughter with career ambitions, I’d want her with the best possible management team. Personal disagreements shouldn’t dictate professional decisions when a young career is on the line.
If Katie truly wants to support her daughter, she needs to be a cheerleader, not a co-star. Let Princess have her own brand, her own media moments, and her own relationship with the public. This doesn’t mean disappearing from her life — just from her professional life. Turn up to watch from the audience, not to stand centre stage. Offer advice privately, not through the pages of a tabloid.
In today’s media-saturated world, it’s hard enough for young people to find their place without the shadow of a famous parent looming over every opportunity. Princess deserves the space to make mistakes, learn lessons, and earn her own applause. And if she’s anything like she seems — poised, polite, and full of potential — she’ll do just fine.
The bottom line? Princess Andre has a bright future. But for her to truly shine, Katie Price needs to take not one or two, but one hundred steps back — and stay there until she’s invited forward. That’s what real support looks like
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Good luck to Jack Kay .
If proof was ever needed that you can flog your soul to the devil for fame, look no further than the sudden, stratospheric rise of Ibiza’s self-styled “final boss.” One click of a camera, one cheeky social media post, and bang — he’s out-trending the Pricey and even the Trump. That’s no small feat, considering those two can normally generate headlines by simply breathing in public.
The man behind the moniker? Jack Kay. No chart-topping singles. No Oscar-bait performances. No tell-all autobiography written “in his own words” but suspiciously sounding like it was dictated to a ghostwriter over Zoom. Just… Jack. A man who, by all accounts, was minding his own business until fate, flash photography, and the internet combined to anoint him this week’s celebrity overlord.
And do you know what? Fair play to him. He’s a smashing lad by all appearances, and I can’t help but root for him. In fact, I’m practically booking my front-row seat for his inevitable debut on Celebrity Big Brother or I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! Picture it now: Jack in the jungle, wearing a head torch, looking mildly confused while chewing kangaroo testicles for the nation’s amusement. It’s practically destiny.
Of course, his overnight success has sent a few noses wildly out of joint in the fame industry. Imagine clawing your way up the greasy celebrity pole — posting your best pout, cultivating “scandals,” leaking your own “leaked” texts — only to have Jack Kay swoop in with one photo and walk off with the nation’s attention like it’s a free canapé at a launch party. Delicious.
It’s not just the wannabe-set bristling either; the whole saga has become a sort of cultural Rorschach test. Some see Jack as proof of the absurdity of fame in the age of the algorithm. Others see him as the internet’s latest crush. I see a man who’s managed to play the game without even reading the rulebook.
Because let’s be honest, the rules have changed. Once, you needed a record deal, a primetime slot, or a scandal big enough to get a mention in the News of the World (RIP). Now? You just need a single moment that makes the internet collectively say: Yes, this one. This is our new obsession. It could be a photograph. It could be a TikTok. It could be an ill-advised comment made in a kebab shop at 3am. And suddenly, you’re hot property.
Will Jack’s reign as Ibiza’s final boss last? Who knows. The internet’s love affairs are fickle. One minute you’re the meme of the moment, the next you’re that guy people vaguely remember seeing “on something once.” But for now, Jack’s milking his fifteen minutes with style, and I, for one, am here for it. If he has done a deal with the devil, I hope it came with a decent rider — champagne, sunglasses, and maybe a small island.
Hurray — Wednesday is back on Netflix! And if that wasn’t already a big enough treat for fans of the macabre, there’s an extra twist in the cobweb this season: the legendary Joanna Lumley has joined the cast as Wednesday’s formidable grandmother.
Yes, you read that right. From Absolutely Fabulous to The Wolf of Wall Street, Lumley has always brought her own brand of razor-sharp wit and undeniable glamour to every role. Now, she’s stepping into the delightfully creepy world of the Addams family, and honestly, it feels like a match made in gothic heaven.
Heidi Gammon is BACK — and school’s in session! Sharpen those pencils, unpack the lunchbox, and brace yourself — because whether you’re heading to high school, moving into halls, or just trying to survive term-time drama, I’ve got the answers you need. From messy roommates to holiday hook-ups, from bullies to big life changes — let’s crack open the advice book and dive right in.
Hello Heidi, Love you and the show! I’m going to uni next month and sharing accommodation with my best friend. Over the summer, I realised that I’m gay and attracted to other women. Apart from telling my mum, no one else knows. I don’t fancy my best friend, so that’s not a problem, but should I tell her before we move in together in case she freaks out? Amber, Southend
Heidi says: Amber, the only “freak out” here would be if your friend suddenly forgot you’re still the same person you were last term. Your sexuality isn’t a warning label you have to stick on before move-in day. If you want to tell her, do it because you trust her, not because you’re scared of her reaction. And if she’s a real friend, she’ll be more interested in who’s nicking her milk from the fridge than who you fancy.
Dear Heidi, This is awful. I’m not gay, but I’m friends with a guy who is what you might call “fluid.” We got very drunk on holiday, and I remember him performing an oral sex act on me. There’s no way it would have happened sober, and now it’s made it difficult to be friends. I tried to talk to him about it, but he just said, “What happens in Ibiza stays in Ibiza.” I have a girlfriend, and I’m terrified she’ll find out. What do I do? Colin, Billericay
Heidi says
Colin, Ibiza clearly needs a new slogan: “What happens in Ibiza… tends to follow you home.” You’ve got a friendship issue and a relationship issue — and both need honesty. Tell your mate the boundaries from now on. As for your girlfriend, decide whether you’re confessing to ease your guilt or because it’s something she genuinely needs to know. Either way, learn your lesson: too much booze and fuzzy boundaries are a recipe for regret.
Hi Heidi, How are you? Last year I shared uni accommodation with a great guy — honestly, we were like brothers — but sadly he’s moved to the States. A new guy is moving in, but I bumped into his old roommate who warned me: he doesn’t mind him personally, but apparently he walks around naked, smokes weed, and puts porn on openly. Plus, he’s messy and leaves everything for others to clean up. That’s my idea of hell! It’s too late to back out — what can I do? Hunter, Basildon
Heidi says: Hunter, sounds like you’ve been dealt the ultimate “uni flatmate bingo” card. On day one, set the house rules in plain English: no nakedness in shared spaces, no weed inside, and mess gets cleaned. If he ignores that, fortress your room — lock, headphones, maybe even a mini-fridge. And remember: it’s one academic year, not a life sentence. What’s up Heidi, I’m still at high school and I hate it. There’s a girl who bullies me so badly that my life is a misery, and I don’t want to go back. What can I do? Stella, Brentwood
Heidi says: Stella, no one should dread school because of one cruel person. Tell a teacher, a school counsellor, or your parents — and keep a record of everything she says or does. If it’s online, screenshot it. Schools are legally obliged to act on bullying. I promise you this: she is not as powerful as she seems. One day you’ll be out in the world living your best life, and she’ll still be stuck in her small one.
Heidi, My girlfriend and I have been together for five years and we want to adopt a child — maybe two. How do we go about it? My mum says it’s a terrible idea and refuses to help. Mandy, Brighton
Heidi says: Mandy, if love, stability, and commitment are in place, you’re already halfway there. Start with your local council or an approved adoption agency — they’ll guide you through assessments, training, and matching with a child. It’s a long process, but worth it. most local authorities and agencies like pact do information evenings for people thinking about adoption these are great and informative and well worth going to
As for your mum, her approval would be lovely, but it’s not a requirement on the application form. Build your family your way.
With his hotly anticipated new novel The Hacking on the horizon, author Steven Smith is showing no signs of slowing down. Always one to surprise, he’s taken an exciting detour into chilling new territory with his latest work — a darkly gripping short story titled Killer Queen. The tale features in the spine-tingling anthology Criminal Pursuits, edited by award-winning writer Samantha Lee Howe and created in support of the Pink Ribbon breast cancer charity.
Marking his first foray into the horror genre, Killer Queen promises suspense, social commentary, and a twist of the macabre. And if the glowing early reviews are anything to go by, this debut dip into horror certainly won’t be his last.
In this exclusive feature, 2Shades’ very own Queen of Conversations, Adishri Chengapa, sits down with Steven to talk twisted tales, creative risks, mental health, and what really scares him — beyond the page.
Adishri:Steven, what is Killer Queen about — without giving too much away?
Steven: In a nutshell, it’s a horror story, yes — but also a reflection on society and the illusionary nature of fame and show business. We live in a time where, if The Emperor’s New Clothes were written today, the boy shouting, “He’s naked!” would probably be sued or cancelled. The victims in Killer Queen see only what they want to see — and that’s ultimately their downfall.
Adishri:How did you get involved with Criminal Pursuits?
Steven: I was chatting with my great friend, Samantha Lee Howe — who is, quite frankly, the queen of horror stories — and she mentioned this anthology she was curating in support of the Pink Ribbon breast cancer charity. As soon as I heard about it, I jumped at the chance to be involved. I’d had the idea for Killer Queen bubbling in the back of my mind for a while, and Sam, as both an editor and an author, is incredibly encouraging. Once I got started, the hard part was actually keeping it short!
Adishri:Your first book, Powder Boy, was quite the shocker. Do people see you differently now?
Steven: People often ask me that. Powder Boy was about a womanising, coke-dealing charmer. Honestly, maybe because I’m a gay man, some people assumed I couldn’t have written it — particularly because it features a lot of heterosexual erotica. That’s almost insulting. One of my strengths as a writer is observing and listening. Many of my male friends are what they call straight, and I don’t find it difficult to see things from their perspective. Most of the “conquests” in Powder Boy are based on real stories I’ve been told! If people see me in a different light because of it, so be it. If they genuinely think I am that character — then they’re probably not the kind of people I need in my life anyway.
Steven: Always. I was writing little plays and short stories from a very young age. I’m slightly dyslexic, but no one really noticed. I have an O-level in English Literature and Oral English — but I failed English Language. I was labelled “careless” and “stupid,” and that kind of trauma kept me away from writing for years. In today’s world, the way I was treated to help with things like homework would probably be considered abusive.
I respond best to encouragement — being lifted up, not torn down. It was journalist Jane Moore who changed my life. She asked me to write a column, and I tried every excuse to get out of it, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Thanks to predictive text and writing tools, being dyslexic isn’t the barrier it once was. Jane gave me the push I needed, and it turns out I had a flair for writing and interviewing. Helen Galley, a brilliant teacher of journalism, taught me the technical side of freelance writing — and I’ve never looked back.
Adishri:You write often about mental health. Do you feel men are opening up more about how they feel?
Steven: Not enough. Society still expects men to be these stoic John Wayne types — never showing emotion, never being vulnerable. That attitude is changing slowly, but there’s still a long way to go. We need to teach kids from an early age that it’s okay not to be okay — and also equip them with the tools to cope with real life, including bullying and rejection. Especially if you’re creative or different in any way, you’re going to stand out — and be a target
“Big boys don’t cry” is one of the most harmful phrases ever invented. I know someone with severe anxiety who would rather say they had an incurable disease than admit what they were really struggling with. That’s tragic.
Steven: That makes it sound like I’m dying! [laughs] But yes, I’m 64. And sometimes when I look in the mirror, I still see that scared little boy looking back. Regret, to me, is a self-indulgent emotion. I’ve had some amazing experiences and opportunities, but I’ve also endured things that would make most people wonder how I’m still here. I treat them as life lessons. I move on.
Maybe I regret not pursuing certain relationships — a few people made offers I didn’t take up. But overall? I’m lucky to be me.
Steven: My sister Karen read Killer Queen and said it was “smart, dark, and totally captivating.” She’s not one for false praise — she’s very no-nonsense — and she thinks it would make a great full-length book. So that’s something I’m exploring.
I’m also putting the finishing touches on a very personal project — a book about my late partner, titled Annand and Me. And I’ll be launching a podcast later this year.
Quickfire Round
Sushi or steak? Sushi. I don’t eat red meat or pork.
Favourite films? Blade Runner, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and All About My Mother.
Biggest turn-off? People who think it’s okay to fart in public. Honestly.
If you were mayor for a day? I’d fine people who walk while texting or staring at their phones. And I’d get to work immediately on helping the thousands of homeless people in London and across the UK.
What do you find romantic? I haven’t been on a date in ten years. Even my First Dates date cancelled on me! But to me, romance can be something simple — like walking through a park or sharing lunch with someone you love.
Madonna or Lady Gaga? Madonna — all the way. I know as a gay man I’m supposed to go wild for Kylie’s Padam Padam or Lady Ga Ga’s Abracadabra — but I find them irritating. I like Charlie XCX, but I’m more of a Lou Reed and Bowie fan at heart.
Set in the 1980s, even the set design conveys that you’re dealing with true professionals, setting the mood even before the show begins. (The Tabard Theatre is wonderfully intimate, though the sight of a modern-day Marlboro Light did make me itch to replace it with a Rothmans.)
The set, designed by Lily Minores and Rob McKinley, effectively transports you to an era when the TV was always on, often showing the horse racing.
Stone (played by Miles Gallant) invites local police detective Hallett (Gary Webster) over to discuss his troublesome son, who is nowhere to be found.
After Hallett leaves, promising to return later, Stone then invites true crime writer Dee (Charlotte Hunter) to meet his wife. Yet the audience knows that Stone’s wife is dead. So why the invitation?
You need to let your imagination run wild in the first half and simply enjoy the craft on display—it’s a rare treat to see an actor like Gary Webster perform on such an intimate stage. His portrayal of Hallett blends humor and drama seamlessly, making his character’s self-righteousness both entertaining and believable.
The drama student sitting next to me was in awe, and for good reason. If you’re studying acting, this performance is practically a masterclass. Webster’s ability to deliver witty quips while guiding the audience through the twists and turns is exceptional.
His character is not only charming and funny but also unflinchingly unapologetic, with an underlying ugliness that adds depth.
Charlotte Hunter (Dee) also brings incredible depth to her character, avoiding the trap of one-dimensionality. Similarly, Miles Gallant delivers a strong performance, holding his own alongside the other two leads.
The only minor flaw in my opinion is the pacing in the second half. While it’s never dull, it does feel longer than necessary, leaving you wishing it would get to the point a little quicker. Even with such talented actors, some trimming would have benefited the production.
Here Steven Smith gets to chat to acting legend Gary Webster.
Tell us about The Business of Murder and why you chose to appear in it.
The Business of Murder is a great whodunnit—or rather, a great whydunnit! It is written by the legendary film, TV, and theatrical writer Richard Harris, so when the chance came along to audition for the role of grizzled cop John Hallett, I jumped at it.
Fortunately, the director liked what I could bring to the role, and I was cast. It’s one of the best roles I’ve ever had the chance to play, and I’m very thankful the show has been such a success.
One of your sons, Freddie, has gone into acting. What advice did you give him?
Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. Take the work very seriously, but try to keep all the outside noise about what is deemed as success or failure at a distance. In the end, we are here to entertain and, hopefully, in some small way, make people’s lives better. I encourage both my sons to find something in life they love doing, whatever it may be and wherever it may take them.
Would you like to see Minder come back?
It would be great fun to bring it back, with me in more of an Arthur role and a new Minder looking after Ray Daley. There are always rumors that plans are underway because it was, and still is, so loved. However, as with the Shane Richie version, I’m not sure the powers that be would include me in their thinking—which has always seemed a little strange to me—but nothing surprises me in our beloved profession!
You recently judged the Autism Hero Awards. What was that like?
As always, I am honored to be asked, and it is an inspiration to be part of the process. It really brings everything into sharp focus and perspective as to what is truly important in life. It’s lovely to be able, in a very small way, to honor those who do such fantastic and life-changing work.
Gary Webster with fellow judges Samantha Lee Howe 2Shades very own Steven Smith The man of the moment Heartstopper Bradley Richies and Dr Anna Kennedy OBE.
2Shades thinks you should run as an MP. Is that on the horizon?
I’m open to anything at my age! If I could change the country and the world for the better, and the only way to do that was by being an MP, I’d like to think I could give a voice to people who are struggling. Having gone through so much in my own life, I feel I can relate to their fight just to get through the day.
Your look in The Business of Murder is channeling either a ’70s football manager or the quintessential gay clone. We had quite a few gay men message us when your picture went online. Do you think attitudes have changed toward the LGBTQ+ community, and would you like to play a gay role?
I’d certainly like to think attitudes have changed. However, I’m also very aware that the fight for full equality for everyone is still not over. Given recent events in America, with a new administration bringing such archaic views towards the LGBTQ+ community, we must never be complacent. Everyone in the world has the right to identify as they wish and to demand the rights afforded to all without exception.
I can’t believe that in 2024 this is still a battle, but it is, and it will continue until full equality is achieved. I have no problem playing a character who is gay, straight, or bi. In fact, I’ve played characters such as William Tallon in A Princess Undone opposite Stephanie Beacham, where I portrayed the iconic “Backstairs Billy,” who worked for the Queen Mother for many years.
Stephanie Beacham in A princess undone .
A character’s sexuality—whether gay, straight, or bi—is just one aspect of them. In the end, we all experience love, heartbreak, passion, sadness, and joy in the same way. These are universal human experiences, regardless of sexual orientation, and it’s time the world fully recognized that.
What are you and your wife, Wendy, doing for Christmas?
Usually, we’d just stay at home, but as Wendy’s dad is now nearby in London, we’ll be at his flat, cooking a vegan Christmas dinner for us, the boys, and Brian. I adore Christmas—my dad did too. His legacy to me was huge in terms of the joy and magic of Christmas, so it’s a time of year I always try to enjoy. That said, I’m very much aware that, for many, Christmas is a difficult time. My thoughts are always with those who are struggling mentally, physically, or simply trying to find a place to live during this season.
Gary Webster and his wife Wendy Turner Webster .
What would you like for Christmas?
Good health for those I love, the coming together of people around the world to make it a safer place, and 9 points for Arsenal over the Christmas fixtures!
What does 2025 hold for you?
Good health, hopefully, happiness for my sons and wife in all they do, and maybe a lead role in a Marvel TV series. That way, when I’m old and infirm, I can still turn up to Sci-Fi and Comic-Con conferences as my character, earn a ton of money, and have a nice two-day getaway in Vegas—all expenses paid!
With allegations of sexual abuse against pop stars, actors and high-profile business people at an all-time high, Steven Smith looks back at his own experiences as a 16-year-old on the celebrity party circuit in the late 70s. He asks whether society at the time was just as much to blame for the exploitation of teenagers as those that are having the finger pointed at them.
It’s a Monday morning. I’m at Soho Gym in Covent Garden and I’m working out. My book It Shouldn’t Happen to a Hairdresserhas been out for a month now. It’s my autobiography and follows my journey from coming out at 16 to tending to the hair of the rich and famous around the world. Though now I work mainly in the media, I still keep my scissors handy.
The book has caused quite a stir and there’s been a lot of press. Many are asking who the pop star was that seduced me when I was 16.
Wanna buy it? Link at the bottom of this article.
I decline to answer. It was not something I wanted to talk about further, plus, having worked for the tabloids for over a decade, I knew exactly where that conversation would lead. Having been harmlessly misquoted in some of the papers (one claimed that I hung out with Madonna), I still knew that interviews were a road that needed to be trodden carefully.
My phone goes. It’s a lady agent friend of mine who has been quite supportive in promoting the book.
“Hello darling. I simply couldn’t put the book down, it’s marvellous.”
She goes on to ask how the book is doing and who could imagine how difficult Katie Price could be. We both laugh, but then we get to the reason for the call.
“Darling, who was that awful pop star that seduced an innocent 16-year-old you?”
Innocent! Back in the late 70s, 16 was more like 20. Now, it’s not something that I felt was integral to my life and I won’t be naming him. But it was important to my story in the book. The gist of the call is she thinks that I should chat with one of her clients, a gorgeous police officer called Dan Neal. It could be beneficial to us both – he had read the book and was branching into showbiz.
My agent friend had always been good to me, so I agreed. Almost immediately, Dan called. He was involved with the Jimmy Saville inquiry and was making quite a name for himself (he later went on to marry Rylan Clark). Charming and full of life. He said how much he had enjoyed the book. But then came the cough!
“The pop star who seduced you when you were sixteen, would you name him?”
“No”, I replied quickly.
Dan asked if he could hazard a guess. Judging by the tennis courts in my description, was it —– ? I had heard that they were after this particular person, and funnily enough, I had met him. And a more asexual but charming person you could not want to meet. (Although rumours of his early years hold that he was rampant – but not with young men.)
“No, it was not.”
He went on about his duty to uncover these people.
Cutting Dan off, I pointed out that I was not about to be induced to join a witch hunt. There was a big difference between boys and girls who had been groomed (or been downright taken advantage of) and the youths who attended parties and venues dressed like they were in their twenties, who were desperate to bag a pop star or anyone in the limelight. Back in the 70s, 16-years-olds were very independent, with some passing themselves off as 20-something.
Many of them only seem to have decided they were taken advantage of after the star has died or when they’re in their late 50’s, when many (I’ve found, having done research) have money problems.
In the late 70s no-one asked for ID or carried it. We grew up in an era when, as soon as you could carry a bag of newspapers, you had a job as a paperboy. I was working at ten.
Benny Hill chasing a woman dressed as a schoolgirl around the garden and Barbara Windsor being sexually harassed dressed as a nurse in the “Carry On” films was acceptable in comedy, and for many in the UK (and the US) it still is.
Your correspondent 40 years ago.
When I was 16 the club to go to was BANGS! On Tottenham Court Road on Monday nights, Donna Summer blasted from the speakers and we dressed to impress. We danced on the stage as the beautiful, gay, stylish and soon-to-be famous mingled in an electric atmosphere.
There was a whole group of lads and lasses aged 15-16 who lived for Monday night. It was not unusual to be approached, asked to come to other parties or asked out.
A young air steward invited me to a party one night. It was being held the following Sunday and he said that a car would be sent for me. He wouldn’t tell me whose home it was but said it would be great fun. He was very cute, and Sundays were boring.
I slipped out on the Sunday from my parents’ home and picked up the car at the end of the road, where the steward was waiting with the driver. As we reached the destination, I was stunned by what I saw – it was the most magnificent house, more of a mansion really, with fake butler and maid statues to greet you in the huge entrance hall. It was like nothing I had ever seen before.
We parked the car around the back of the house and went to meet our host on the tennis court. I was shocked when I saw who he was – he had played with one of my favourite bands when I was growing up and here he was, greeting me on his tennis court! He was down to earth and seemed genuinely interested in me. Before long we ended up in his disco, where the cocktails flowed. And so did some other things. Some of the other guests offered me cocaine and laughed when I refused.
Not changed a bit
“Hey, have you brought a good kid to the party?” they asked.
Nevertheless, one too many gin and tonics and as Dorothy Parker said, I ended up under the host. Still, it was a great day, and I went home with my host’s autograph. That was enough excitement for me.
As he brought me home, the steward suggested I might like to meet other friends of his and intimated that it could be quite profitable for me. But I was streetwise beyond my 16 years and said no, thanks.
So, I was somewhat surprised when I received a call from the star’s right-hand man asking me to come down again, which I did. I found myself liking the guy, who even played a song for me on his piano, across from his statues of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Really, I preferred T-Rex. He sent cars for me several times and we even watched a movie in his cinema room.
He only stopped sending for me after I told him that I’d mentioned the visits to my family. He almost passed out! After all, I was still only 16. This, despite me pointing out that I’d been in the theatre and it wouldn’t seem unusual that I was hanging out with the likes of him.
Still, much as his interest in me waned once he discovered that, he still invited me to the parties. They were great fun and he always got me home safely.
All these years later, though, whenever I smell Opium perfume, I think of him. The fragrance filled the bathrooms in his fabulous house and I even bought some for my mother that Christmas.
One of the most wonderful moments was when a famous pop manager held a boat party along the Thames for his birthday and Freddie Mercury and Kenny Everett were among the many celebrity guests. It was a dream come true and all I did was dance the afternoon away.
I was even hired briefly at the Embassy Club (in shorts).
With no age check.
Other parties were not so innocent. (Let’s not get started on the famous journalist with the three-way mirror whose parties hosted many a squaddie, some of whom went on to appear in the work of Mike Arlen (a gay photographer).
But I was lucky there was always an out. So, I never felt trapped or taken advantage of.
Of course, if I felt like playing victim I could rewrite this story in a different colour.
Many of the boys at the parties have passed on with HIV or disappeared. One or two I still bump into, and they talk of the good old times.
I’m sure that some may have regretted the follies of youth and even feel like they had been taken advantage of. But we can’t just blame the celebrities. The ’70s was a time that allowed freedom for the young and sexually promiscuous behaviour was rife.
Only when my nephew turned 16 I looked at his face. Suddenly it hit me how wrong the pop star and others were .
Luckily, we have ID now and people check. I feel great empathy with those that have been hurt. But regarding those who, in their teens, labelled themselves groupies, only to say many decades later they were victims, responsibility must lie with more than one party.
There is a difference between the casting couch, grooming – and dressing up, passing yourself off as older and consenting to things.
My son has always been effeminate and neither my husband or myself have tried to change that. When he wanted to not do football and take up sewing (and he is good) we fully encouraged him. Now he is 15 he wants to return to school this term as a girl, going from David to Danielle. Heidi can I be honest, I am terrified for him and his safety. The school say it is ok but my husband is against it. We just feel he is too young still what can we do?
Thanks so much for your question, I think it is great you have always seen David for who he wants to be and fully supported him. As with everything that should not change, and your love and protection is the number one thing he counts on.
David has made what might be seen to many as brave decision to start to transition into Danielle, and it can be a confusing and frightening time for Danielle and for those that love her. But it also can be liberating and a wonderful thing for those that feel they have been born into the wrong body.
Please make sure you keep an open conversation with Danielle, so there are no secrets. If you feel the reaction at school to Danielle is hurting her, go to the school right away. It is so important not to react negatively as you have been doing but talk to her about safety and life moving forward.
Here is hoping it all goes well
Love Heidi
Heidi hi,
My mother is a super bitch and is all about how things look. I am 17 and going to college this year and as it is a boarding college it is brilliant as I can get away from her showing off. Heidi, she thinks she is coming to see me settle in. I know it sounds like I am being unfair but all that will happen is she will come and make the whole thing about herself, flirt with people and it will be an embarrassment. Honestly I do not want to go if she is coming.
Oh, bless you, I am sure she wants the best for you. Parents are only human too and as we grow older, we sometimes see flaws in them as in all humans. Equally it is a good idea to talk to your parents as humans. You are 17 now so maybe tell her you want to make the move in and settle in on your own.
It may cause a row if she asks why to tell her you sometimes find her a little embarrassing. It can go either way but it may get mum thinking .
I feel as a parent myself you always want your child to be happy and safe, so it’s understandable that she wants to see where you are living. When you are ready, show her where you are residing and then possibly whisk her out for a mum and son lunch !
Good luck 🤞
Love you Heidi and need your help,
Having lost my virginity last year to an older boy at my school, it did not take long to realise that my preference is girls. Then in Brighton in June this gorgeous girl came on to me and that was that.
It was only a week in when I found out she is starting work at my college this term. Now I am 18 so not jailbait, but she said it would be an issue . What do I do when I see her? I am in love.
Kim, Worthing.
Hi Kim,
Oh, my love I feel your pain. If she says she cannot be in a relationship, there may be strict rules against this. I think she sounds sensible and will have checked.
It is a very new relationship and if it is true love maybe in three years’ time when you leave it can be rekindled.
But please do not be holding a torch for the whole time. My thoughts are she would be more impressed if you went on with your life, met new people and grow as a person.
Best of luck.
Hi Heidi.
My boyfriend is super-hot, he plays rugby and is a Queen’s dream. The only issue is when we go out everyone flirts with him and I am invisible. The main problem is he flirts back and tells me it is just fun, that I am to get over myself and that I am his man. But I dread going out socially, especially to gay bars. We have been together for two years; I am a teacher and he is a doctor. I do not want to say anything in case I sound jealous or drive him away.
Paul, Battersea.
Hi Paul,
This might sound crazy, but many beautiful looking people have issues finding love and making people feel secure in a relationship with them.
It feels like you’re being insecure and I feel for you. Sit him down tell him you’re feeling insecure and you need some reassurances. Even get some couples counselling.
Heidi Gammon, 2Shades and Gateway Radio’s agony aunt, answers your questions this Pride month.
Dear Heidi
I stumbled upon your column by accident. My daughter Is gay, and I have found it very hard to accept. First of all, I am catholic, and her lifestyle is not acceptable to my faith.
Trust me Heidi I love my daughter, but I am really struggling to accept her girlfriend who she has lived with for four years and won’t have her in the house. She looks like a man, and I find it embarrassing when people see her. My daughter says that they plan to have children and that breaks my heart. Now she says she won’t see me if I do not accept her life and partner. Having tried counselling already what can I do? Losing my daughter is not an option.
Vicky, South End
Dear Vicky
This makes me very sad. Please be assured I have total respect for others’ beliefs. It is great you tried counselling but maybe you did not go the right one. With all due respect, everything you are saying is homophobic. If you truly love your daughter, you will embrace her and love her as a mother should. Who cares what people think of the person who loves your daughter? You need to respect who your daughter is. Really, I understand your pain but it’s time to let go of that mindset. Who wants to be around someone who judges and discriminates against them, especially when it is a person that is supposed to love them? It may be an idea to try counselling as a family https://www.rainbow-project.org/family-support/
You will lose your daughter if you continue down this path.
All my best, Heidi
Dear Heidi
Please help me, I did a terrible thing. My husband wanted to spice things up and bring another person into the bedroom. He did not want an open relationship so, with trepidation we went ahead with a guy we met online. It was fun and we saw him a few times.
Really Heidi I thought that was it but having bumped into this guy in town, we started to see each other behind my husband’s back as he said he’s not really into him. He has asked me to go on holiday with him. Having agreed and telling my husband it is work related, now I am getting cold feet. What can I do?
Really, I am all for those who want to try different things but boundaries must be in place after a lengthy conversation. Although it’s not for me, many couples have open relationship and experiment. When you invite another person into your relationship you are opening a pandora’s box. Be careful what you wish for I say.
It sounded like you thought you were happy. Bringing someone else in could have unearthed that your relationship may not have been what you thought. The fact you’re even thinking of going on holiday behind your husband’s back tells me things are not right. It is time to ask yourself how you see your future. Time to sit down and talk to your husband, after all he opened the box leading you to want to deceive and break the trust. Without trust there is no relationship. Sorry if that sounds harsh.
My gay brother is a hoot, but he won’t stop flirting with straight guys.Now he is flirting with my husband. Alex my husband thinks it is funny but it is annoying and embarrassing for me. Having put my foot down my brother is not speaking to me. What can I do?
Kirsty, Essex
You’re kidding me, Kirsty. You’re quiet right, straight or gay, there is a limit to the flirting game and you have every right to be annoyed. It was right to share your feelings.
It sounds like your brother is a bit of an exhibitionist and they can be fun. Exhibitionism can be a drug and you can get hooked. He needs to think of your feelings too. Trust me he will be back in touch. You sound like a great sister so just ignore him till he comes to you (and he will) . But stick to your guns when he does appear licking his wounds.
Love Heidi
Dear Heidi
Love the column, please can you help me? I am so frightened to ask anyone out as my fear of rejection is so great. No-one asks me out and so my life has no one romantic in it. How can overcome my fear?
Love
Andy, Leeds
Andy my love, my heart goes out to you. Ok I need you to shake yourself down.
You can go to an lGBTQQ+ councillor https://pinktherapy.com or if you cannot afford that, the NHS offer free talking therapy sessions . I am taking it you have tried online dating; you do not have to go on GRINDER or Facebook, and many other sites offer a softer approach to dating . Or why not join an lgbtqq+ group https://www.mesmac.co.uk/our-services/leeds/support-social-groups
Here is a selection in Leeds. It is a nice way to meet people in non-sexual way that could lead to romance.
“Unbreakable” 2022 is a reality TV show that claims to have given six celebrity couples the “ultimate test” to prove they are the perfect pair. It’s “funny, relatable and occasionally terrifying”. Rob Beckett coaxes and cringes as six celeb couples compete to prove they’re the perfect pair.
Ra Ra’s now fiancee Charlie Mullin OBE proposed to her live on the reality TV show Unbreakable, back in October 2022.
On “Unbreakable” most people I know fell for the bubbly, delightful Reno right away. At first glance, Mullin and Reno may seem like a chalk and cheese pairing, however the reality is that they are a great match. They certainly made for addictive viewing, and in my humble opinion, they went out of the show far too early
On one of the show dinners, Ra Ra (That’s my favourite name for Raquel because it makes her sound like the star I believe she is!) was in conversation with Lincoln Townley ( artist and husband to Loose Women Star, Denise Welch – this pair incidentally won the show), and she announced that she was a singer who had recently travelled all the way to Nashville, Tennessee to record her first album.
Someone piped in “Go on” and RaRa promptly demonstrated her vocal talents, impressing the celebrity couples and us, the audience at home.
However, it was an improv taste of RaRa and by no means her best performance. Raquel has a rare quality and personality wise reminds me a little of ‘Barbara Windsor meets Amanda Barrie’.
There is something about the Cheltenham-born brunette that screams “Gay Icon” right away; she is adorable and makes you want to know more.
There is something about the Cheltenham-born brunette that screams “Gay Icon” right away; she is adorable and makes you want to know more.
Some months after “Unbreakable”, I was privy to her upcoming EP (due out this June). It told a different story. The songs were brilliantly catchy, her voice was incredible and she brought the sixties (my favourite era) bang back to life with a twist.
You can just imagine the pet shop boys calling out to work with Reno.
With the current trend of basic singers being made to sound like Divas by technology, I did wonder how Ra Ra would stand up to a live performance. Did it really matter? We had all fallen for Ra Ra anyway.
I was lucky enough to be invited to her first London concert of 2023, at the intimate and delightful QT bar at Middle Eight Hotel in Covent Garden, where everything about the venue screamed 60’s.
I felt sure the Kray boys and Danny la Rue were going to walk in any minute.
Ra Ra’s first EP is coming out in June. Watch this space!
Ra Ra was supported by her three backing singers and a band worthy of the London Palladium. Not being unkind, but initially I did think that this might be to cover up the fact that she is not as strong vocally. Certainly, when she came on stage you rooted for her, but nerves kicked in and the first number was not as amazing as I think the perfectionist that is Raquel would have wanted it to be. However, as she warmed up, the audience began to realise that we were looking at a real super star in the making. We were all brought to our feet in applause. Her vocal range was an unstoppable powerhouse that could bring the roof down.
What is so endearing is how humble Ra-Ra is about her own talent. She is a team player with her band, and she is a writer and an incredible singer, but there is something about her that says she still wonders “How did I get here?!” despite already performing in China and Dubai. It is this vulnerability that Raquel channels to her audience that will make her a huge hit amongst the LGBTQ community. She has fought to get where she is now and just like Judy, Liza and Amy, she has a story to tell, and she is not afraid to show how it feels to believe in who she is.
Certainly, she evokes the feeling of icons like Dusty Springfield and Cilla Back, without imitating them.
Ra-Ra takes time to talk to her audience and that adds to the charm of the evening, thanking her grandmother and apologising for being a hurricane when she comes round. Her grandmother, who was staying at the Savoy Hotel for the night, almost burst with pride, “Raquel brings happiness wherever she goes”, and you really believe her.
Raquel is worthy of the Palladium next time.
Let’s hope she sees what we all saw tonight: a true star who still looks like she would pop the kettle on for her gran or anyone else that she met.
If there was any criticism to a flawless show, I would say Raquel, you’re the star: get that hair out of your beautiful face, channel your inner Pricilla Presley or another 60’s icon of your choice. I cannot wait to see what you do next.
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