Julian Clary: Fistful of Clary

Yee-haw.  You've heard of the man with no name?  Well, here's the man with no shame.

After the huge, sell-out success of A Fistful of Clary last year, the renowned homosexual is fixing to saddle up and head out once again.

'God dammit, there are some one horse towns we missed last time!  Now I'm coming up your way, like it or not!' he shouts with gay abandon.  ​​​​​​'Yes, it still has a Western theme,' the old buckaroo confirms, sipping Bourbon from a pint tankard.  'It was only a matter of time before I eased myself into some chaps once again.  Old habits die hard' he adds, dabbing his temples with a damp flannel.

Julian is sure that the men in the audience will be so eager to join his posse they won't be able to keep their hands off his rawhide.  The lucky few will play with him on stage in the Hang 'em Low saloon, where Wild Bill Hickok used to meet his special friend, Raving Clarence la Fruit.  But life in the old west was tough.  Not all of Julian's wild bunch will be around to witness the final shoot-out that will result in Julian giving himself selflessly at high noon to the last man standing.  Who knows what else he'll do for a few dollars more?

'A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do…' drawls Julian. cryptically before becoming engrossed in his embroidery.