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a naked civil servant 
oh yes he was the one that told me dust isn't important 

he was approached by documentary maker Denis Mitchell to be the subject of a short film in which he was expected to talk about his life, voice his opinions and sit around in his flat filing his nails. This broadcast brought enough attention to him and his book that he soon entered talks about a dramatisation




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playing the door-man of a flea-bag hotel in a run-down neighbourhood quite like the one he dwelled in

he began visiting the cafés of Soho – his favourite being The Black Cat in Old Compton Street – meeting other young homosexual men and experimenting with make-up and women's clothes

Crisp attempted to join the British army at the outbreak of World War II, but was rejected and declared exempt by the medical board on the grounds that he was "suffering from sexual perversion". He remained in London during the 1941 Blitz, stocked up on cosmetics, purchased five pounds of henna and paraded through the black-out, picking up galvanised iron 

His outlandish appearance – brought admiration and curiosity from some quarters, but generally attracted hostility and violence from strangers passing him in the streets

a nightmare exhibition of morbid tales 

demented geeks with daggers 


I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched seabeams glitter in the dark near the Tennhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die