News about Peter Stringfellow

It was all going so well. David bought me a new vacuum cleaner. Great. Brownie point. He started work on the window repairs. He disappeared to buy wood, a saw, everything he needed. He took out the windows in the main bedroom, fitted new cord. Lovely. Progress.

Our will - mine and my wife Sarah's - is so old that it doesn't even exist online, only as a fading document in a rarely opened drawer. And it is a thing of beautiful simplicity, which says that if I go first, she gets everything, if she goes first then it all comes to me, and if that balloon trip over Monument Valley goes horribly wrong, then it all gets divided equally between our three daughters

If you ask the average founder or CEO what motivates them out of bed, the majority of them fail to make a difference, while still earning a seven-figure salary. Not Charlie Mullins. 'Money motivates me,' says the spiky-haired entrepreneur who sold Pimlico Plumbers to Neighborly, the US home services behemoth, in 2021 for £140 million.'

BOYGEORGE: I knew I was gay by the time I was six years old, as did everyone else. Despite being mocked for being eminate and pretty, I never really wished I was straight. Of course, I knew I had to keep it private. A poofter was the worst thing you could have been at school. And the instructors were homophobic. 'Pick your legs up, lassie,' my gym instructor, Mr McIntyre, would yell: "Pick your legs up, lassie.' I was in the 1970s, and there was a sense that I should get to my gay business over there in the corner rather than worry about it. It was never going to be a success for me. I went to Sunday School in one of Mum's hats as a child. One of her friends called and said: 'Do you know what he's wearing?'

Five seconds in HENRY decoded. Suella Braverman (pictured) had been on stage for many years before the Extinction Rebellion weirdos made their move. In a ruby-red dress, arms waving, hair flailing, and a little worried about a glass of water, the Home Secretary had discreetly sashayed into view. Barely had time to adjust the microphone on her lectern when a man seated near her beckoned himself to his chest and began pelting her with invective. Since the fellow in question was not the most graceful of movers, I say 'heaved'. He was not a dainty Bolshoi ballerina.

THE DEEDES OF HENRY: Crikey. Sir Keir Starmer had such a vivid hue that Farrow & Ball may have chosen one of their flamboyantly-monikered paint colours after him. Perhaps, Keir Crimson. Or, Marxist Magenta. The Labour leader had just returned to Parliament, and his cheeks were surprisingly flushed with shame that he seemed to be demanding that the chamber floor rise and gobble him down completely. Consider a school boy who has mistakenly called teacher'mum.' Or a bishop who has taken the wrong turn into one of Peter Stringfellow's vivacious table-dancing emporiums. Sir Keir had been delivering his response to Rishi Sunak's five-point campaign to combat the migrant boat crisis, and he had the audacious to sign off with the words: "Serious solutions to a serious issue - that's what Labour would have done."

A throne used by Britain's most popular nightclub owner Peter Stringfellow is being auctioned by his son and is expected to sell for thousands of pounds. For about 15 years, the ornate chair had seated the King of Clubs and his VIP guests in his prestigious London nightclubs. Angels Club in Soho was its first location, but it later enhanced the atmosphere at Covent Garden's legendary Stringfellow's.