His tell-all on Madonna?
I am!
Here's an excerpt:
In the dining room, Madonna walks in, says 'Welcome to Scotland' and gives me a hug. Guy shakes my hand. The large table is set for ten. Madonna has a seating chart. Scottish food is served and I pick at it halfheartedly. Then I ask for some chicken.
Tonight, and every night afterwards, the guests toast the bridal couple. Tonight one of Guy's friends makes the toast, which culminates in a crack with the subtext: 'WouldnÕt it be funny if Guy were gay?' I don't laugh. It wouldn't
be funny.
Guy's pride in his own heterosexuality swells noticeably when he's in the presence of a gay man like me. And in his wedding week, with these after-dinner toasts seemingly aimed at underscoring his overt masculinity, he is in his element.
I, however, am far from amused when many of the speeches trumpeting Guy's heterosexuality include the word 'poofter', a derogatory British expression for gay.
The next evening, I am seated between Sting and Trudie. At first they talk about the castle and the weather. Then Trudie leans in to me and says: 'Christopher, do I have BO?'
'Huh?'
'Do I have BO? Do I smell?'
'Not that I can tell,' I say, perplexed.
Then she asks: 'Are you into that sort of thing?' Before I can think of an answer, she chips in: 'Mightn't you be?'
'Isn't the smoked salmon delicious?' I say.
Madonna stands up at the top of the table and issues the instruction: 'Christopher, tonight it's your turn to give the toast.'
I lean down the baronial table and, with great emphasis, reply: 'Madonna, you really don't want me to do that.' It's a statement, not a question.
'No, Christopher, it's your turn!' she barks in a tone identical to the one she always used as a kid when she and my siblings all played Monopoly together.
If she didn't get Park Place
she invariably stamped her feet and said: 'But it's mine.' In those days, in the face of her strong will, I always capitulated and rescinded my purchase of Park Place.
Nothing seems to have changed. I stand up. My fellow guests fall silent out of respect - the brother of the bride is about to make a speech. I raise my glass: 'I'd like to toast this happy moment that comes only twice in a person's lifetime.'
Then, without skipping a beat, I go on: 'And if anybody wants to **** Guy, he'll be in my room later.'
Everyone erupts in laughter. Everyone, of course, except Madonna, who keeps saying: 'What did he mean?' Guy, who I suspect knows exactly what I mean, says nothing and avoids looking at me.
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