And now, let’s talk about the so-called Freddie’s “lovers”.
While due to the biographers, press and gay society, a half of Europe’s men is named Freddie Mercury’s lovers, there wasn’t any proof of it.
But the biographers’ fagot dream came true – there appeared two counterfeits who declared themselves Freddie’s lovers, and on their stories, added to the friends’ witnesses, the gay legend is based.
The first one is Paul Prenter.
The adventurer from Ireland, who came to London to earn some money, firstly was employed as an apprentice by the lawyer Jim Beach, and through him, in 1977, came to Mercury and got into his confidence. Complaining for his unfortunate life, he often asked Freddie for money – and Freddie never refused him. Several times he lied that he was robbed – and received the new sums. Prenter was one of the raff that span around Freddie, using his kindness and money and droning on him. Freddie employed him as one of Queen’s managers. Prenter pottered about, in the same time spreading rumors behind Freddie’s back that he is the lover of his master, and his “unusual sympathies” are due to that. Unfortunately, nobody told the truth to Freddie, and he continued to help the “unfortunate one”.
The gratitude soon followed.
In May 1987, Prenter for a big sum of money (more than J30,000) betrayed his benefactor, giving a scandalous interview to the Sun newspaper. He told about hundreds of men in Mercury’s life, about orgies, binges and cocaine parties, about numerous lovers. He sold to the newspaper the home photos of Freddie with his friends and acquaintances. All those people were declared his lovers. Meantime, those are just standard photos with friends, such pictures can be found in any man's home album. But they were published under the caption, “All men of Queen.” Prenter declared Freddie a drug addict, who was constantly doping cocaine in corners and toilets, lied about the gay clubs, which he assuredly visited, accused him in cohabitation with the home servants. Also, he belied David Bowie, saying that Bowie and Mercury were doping cocaine from the gold discs (Bowie did actually use cocaine in due time, but when he was working with Mercury, he already wasn’t using it for a long time). Other things said by Prenter can’t be printed here due to the censorship.
Freddie was shocked, horrified. For some days, he was depressed and even couldn’t answer phone.
What for? From a man who hadn’t seen anything except kindness… Freddie even went to the resort – to recover from the shock. And his attitude proves his innocence.
If all this filth were true, Freddie would’ve behaved much differently. As a believing man, Freddie must’ve understood that he can’t enrage God and deceive people forever, being a public man. Eventually, everything had to be revealed. It’s stupid to lead such life and becoming upset when it’s exposed. Many stars, the delicate details of whose life were revealed by the tabloid press, were saying that after the first shock, they felt relieved – finally, they didn’t have to hide. Freddie with his sense of humour would’ve been able to joke, mock the article, say “thank you” for advertising of his sexual power.
And Freddie behaves like a deeply offended man.
Though, then, in 1987, the provocation failed signally – Prenter overplayed. Hundreds of men, doping cocaine from the gold discs – who could believe that? Only the biographers! Prenter’s material was too obvious tabloid to be believed.
The people’s reaction was totally different from what the provocators from the Sun expected. Everyone compassed Freddie, hated Prenter and was infuriated by the article. The phone in Mercury’s home was for several days bursting with the calls of angry people, telling him his condolences. The musicians one after another were refusing to talk with Prenter, and in the matter of days he’d become the non-handshaking man. The “traitors” appeared even among the homosexuals – Elton John, who was a friend of Mercury, publicly said that he’s terminating any dealings with Prenter. The effect was totally different from the planned. Everyone shunned Prenter, not Mercury. After Freddie came to Ibiza, he was met by a crowd of fans, and everyone refused to talk with Prenter.
Prenter understood that he’d lost. He’d lost his job and the possibility to take money from Freddie, lost respect and reputation. Nobody would’ve employed him after such scandal. The honorary paid for the betrayal didn’t pay off the loss. Mercury’s enemies got Prenter in wrong in a very clever way. And then he tried an incredibly rude action – he called to Mercury’s home with excuses, but Freddie, naturally, refused to talk with him. Prenter had to go back to Ireland in shame…
That’s another proof of Prenter’s lies. The informers, who had the scandalous information from stars’ life, have a different attitude. Before all, not the informer rings the victim with excuses, but the victim calls to save himself from the scandal. And if Prenter would’ve called Mercury – he’d have done that only to demand money for his silence. For instance, one “gay” scandal can be remembered, taking place in USA in 60’s, the victim of which was the famous piano player, Liberacci.
Liberacci’s former lover accused him through press in abuse, which made the man a cripple. Liberacci mutilated, in the proper sense of the word, his lover and threw him on the street. The proof, including the medical certificates, was shown. Fearing the new, even more damaging exposures, Liberacci constantly called his former lover with pleas in the style, “Come back, I’ll forgive all!” In the result, the incident was solved with a large sum of money.
If Prenter would’ve really had the compromising material on Mercury, who would’ve called whom and who would’ve dictated the terms? Besides, he hadn’t shown any proof, and the innocent photos stolen from Freddie can’t be considered a proof.
And only after the death of Freddie Mercury, when the press started the homosexual hysteria, the friends came up with the false witnesses, the publishing market was filled with the false pamphlet biographies, and there wasn’t a disgusting thing about Freddie that wasn’t considered the truth in the last resort – only then Paul Prenter’s name was written into the gay legend as a “close friend and lover”. The traitor friends played their roles, too – many of them condemned Prenter in vileness and ingratitude, but nobody said that Prenter is an adventurer and counterfeit, and his witnesses are lies. Furthermore, they confirmed the fact of the love affair between Mercury and Prenter – they confirmed the thing that they just couldn’t know.
As a “proof”, the biographers show the fact that Prenter died of AIDS too, a few months before Mercury. But the falsifiers were again turned down by the chronology.
Freddie Mercury was infected with AIDS not earlier than in 1986. And the gay legend says that not later than in 1983, Mercury and Prenter stopped to be lovers and became just friends – in that period, Freddie gets the new passion, the barber Jim Hutton. So, there’s a little mishap.
And it’s completely unclear where to put Winnie Kirchenberger – Freddie’s “lover” from Munich, existing simultaneously with Prenter. It seems that Freddie, like an Arab sheikh, had a concubine in every city, but those concubines were male.
Besides, in May 1987, Freddie must’ve already known about his disease, but the “close friend and lover” obviously didn’t know about it – or else he’d babble such good news!
And concerning Prenter’s death, it can be said – the God punished him.
(A small interlude – if in Mercury’s circle there was a gay man, it’s considered enough proof to declare him a gay. The Beatles’ manager Brian Epstein was also gay, but no Lennon’s biographer did write about their relationship! Contrary, every one of them doesn’t forget to remind his readers that those are only the gossips, spread by Lennon’s enviers. Was that only because Lennon was married and Mercury was not?)
Another counterfeit, Jim Hutton, was way luckier.
Coming, like Prenter, from Ireland, he worked in one of London supermarkets for some time and then in a barbershop. In 1985, he came to Mercury’s house as a barber and a gardener. He, with the cook Joe Fanelli and secretary Peter Freestone, became one of the three servants-companions of the singer. Unlike Prenter, Hutton was very careful and didn’t cause any suspicions. Though even then Freddie’s enemies started to spread the rumors that Hutton is his lover.
Hutton waited until his master’s death, inherited a large sum of money from him, left the home, and… the most large-scale provocation against the honour of Freddie Mercury happened.
Hutton, whom nobody remembered about after Mercury’s death, reminded about himself. He didn’t just impost himself as a close friend and the last lover of the singer – he wrote a book of “memories” about his intimate life with Freddie Mercury called “Mercury and Me”. The book met much success and unprecedented advertisement – Freddie’s enemies did their best. It became the main information source for studying the singer’s life.
About this book, it’s hard to speak quietly, and it can be read only with heart medication and anti-vomit pills. Everyone who aspersed Freddie, taken together, didn’t say a percent of the filth written by Hutton. Such disgust, such pornography, such dirt even the tabloids didn’t dare to write. This time, the poor Freddie’s parents and ex-Queen members – Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon – had the law on Hutton. Everything they could achieve is the cancellation of the gay TV show, the hero of which were going to be Freddie and the impostor, and disallow the usage of Mercury’s music.
They were the only ones who tried to stop the scoundrel. The people, and even the Queen fans, fooled by the propaganda, receiving that spittle, quietly wiped it off. Somebody criticized Hutton’s book, speaking about too forthright description of Freddie’s intimate life, somebody said that not everything is true in it, that it’s too subjective, but in general, everyone was happy. The fans were gladly buying this filth, the “exclusive” information graced many Mercury’s biographies, and the worse and more lying was the book, the more times Hutton was quoted.
Hutton went much further than Prenter. He declared himself not just another lover of Freddie, but the most important, last and passionately loved man in his life. Hutton was the only lover who openly lived in Mercury’s house as the common-law husband, slept with him in one bed, exchanged the wedding rings with him, accompanied him at the work and at leisure, in bath and in bed, on the beach and in the toilet. Freddie really loved only him, hugged and kissed him, dedicated all his love lyrics to him, presented the luxurious bouquets and gifts to him, with his wedding ring he wanted to be cremated. It was Hutton who cared for the dying Freddie, and Freddie thought about him, his love, in the last minutes of his life, graced by the presence of Hutton’s sacred person…
The things Hutton told would’ve been enough for a hundred of gay’s vulgar shows. There are the long life in love and harmony, and the storming love quarrels ending up with the peacemaking tears, and partings with quick reunions. Freddie just can’t live without the precious Jim. He makes the hysterical scenes and ousts him from the house – and then he bombs him with the phone calls, pleading him to return. He humiliates him, pleading the noble and independent Jim not to be proud and live at his expense, offends him, and then hugs and kisses, pleading for forgiveness. Freddie walks with him everywhere like with a poodle, introducing him as his new man, hugs and caresses his knee, publicly spoon-feeds him with ice cream, whispers the gentle words in his ear. In the same time, he constantly breaches their faith, making love with other men, and when the infuriated Jim leaves the house, he calls him and pleads to come back, making the hysterical scenes and forcing his life. The poor Jim can’t hide from the insistent Mercury with his passionate love.
But if not count some sporadic moments, their affair is the most ideal gay union in England. The life of Mercury and Hutton is a love idyll, the happy marriage, the unforgettable image of the bearded barber with a square jaw fills the last years of Mercury’s life with happiness and joy. The gay clubs and bed scenes, kisses and storming anal sex – that’s the light and joy of the happy family life of two gays with the unequal social status, but adoring each other…
But such happiness can’t last forever. The horrible misfortune is over their love idyll – Freddie is AIDS-positive. “You can leave me, I’ll understand”, says Freddie, but how can the noble Jim desert his love! Embracing, they swear to love each other until their death. The noble Jim remains in home, selflessly caring for the ill friend. The new drama – Jim is also infected with AIDS. Now, they’ve got the common misfortune. They hug again and, crying, swear to be together. For whole days, Hutton sits at the bed of his dying love, holds his hand and whispers the gentle words to him. Dying, Freddie tells to bury himself with Hutton’s wedding ring under the cherry tree in the garden that holds the happiest moments of their lives. He pleads his heiress Mary Austin to care for Jim as the apple of her eye. The most tragic moment – Freddie dies, taking Jim’s name to his grave. The woebegone Jim assembles a swan-shaped garland from white roses and places it on his lover’s coffin. Now, life has no sense for him, and everything he wants is to spend the rest of his life in the house in which he was once so happy. It’s all he needs – he’ll soon die from the same disease, and the gay angels will bring him to Freddie, to the heaven for homosexuals.
But he wasn’t allowed even that. The evil and guileful Mary Austin, violating the will of the deceased, throws the poor, mortally ill Jim to the street. Losing his loved home and grave, the offended Hutton dwells in a small house furnished like Freddie’s villa, and on the background of a swan pond indulges in the sad retrospect…
As a love porn novel, spread by subscription along the gay club members, it can be accepted. The gays have their own culture, and they have the right to create and use it.
But what relation does Freddie Mercury have to that?
Why the famous and respected man became the hero of a dubious tabloid gay novel?! By what right this filth is forced to us as the “exclusive memories of the closest friend” and is advertised on the pages of books and sites dedicated to Freddie?!
Finally, does it have a slightest relation to the person called Freddie Mercury?
Not at all.
In this book, there isn’t a single true word. Everything in it, from the first to last word, - is lies and aspersion. Only two facts described in this book are true.
Jim Hutton did actually live in Freddie Mercury’s house from 1985 to 1991, but as a barber and gardener.
Freddie Mercury actually died of AIDS in November 1991.
That’s all. But everyone already knows it. There’s nothing more in the book except the delirium of a malicious and complexed gay. Only some small details are credible.
The very fact of the release of this book proves that Hutton lies. Because a man who loved Freddie would never have written such book knowing that he’d hurt him, never would’ve put him in such unfavourable light, never would’ve revealed such intimate details of their life together.
What a losel he had to be to scream all around the world: I was had by Mercury himself! And I had him!
In Hutton’s book, there are so much lies that even the biographers understood – if to accept it all at the face value, the Queen fans will start to suspect something. So, they’re carefully hinting that not everything in this book is true, that it’s subjective and tendentious in places, but it’s still the interesting and exclusive information.
So, what “exclusive” is in there?
Hutton didn’t show to the public a single proof of his intimate relations with Mercury. There aren’t any love letters, photos, and greeting cards with declaration of love, intimate lyrics – anything that must’ve remained from the passionate long-term romance of a homosexual poet.
The photos of Mercury and Hutton that are published in the book can’t prove any intimate relations. There are similar photos of Freddie with his other servants, with his friends and acquaintances… Those photos just belie Hutton’s lies… Look at this face! It’s disgusting even to go in the same public toilet with him, let alone sleep! Freddie was an incredibly gullible man if he employed this animal!
Freddie Mercury and Jim Hutton during the Japanese vacation.
Such photos are considered the sufficient proof of the intimate affairs between Freddie and his servant
On that vacation, Freddie felt good enough even without Hutton
There isn’t a single photo of Freddie and Hutton kissing, though Hutton says that Freddie was often doing so in gay clubs and on the street. So, he says that Freddie once hugged and kissed Jim in the Munich airport. But the British journalists couldn’t take a picture that, as said in one of the biographies, “could make the headlines of all British newspapers”, and the Germans didn’t care who and where is kissing.
How they “couldn’t”? Did their cameras fail? All in the same time? They specially came to the airport to take some pictures of the star’s coming, targeted him with their cameras – and everyone missed such a picture?
How unlucky they were with Mercury! The man constantly kisses other men right on the street, and the poor paparazzi never manage to take any pictures of it – the flash fails, or the tape ends!
And concerning the “uncaring” German journalists – it’s ridiculous! Paparazzi are paparazzi everywhere, and they just couldn’t miss such picture!
There aren’t any reasons to think that Mercury had any lovers in his last years. If he had a loved one in his home, it must’ve affect the attitude and works of Mercury. But we see no such things. Freddie still says that he’s unhappy and lonely. Why does he offend his husband in such way? Or is that for conspiracy?
His works of the second half of 80’s doesn’t either give any reason to say about somebody new who brings happiness and peace – in his songs and video clips, there’s still the same theme of loneliness, the same unanswered desire for love.
The biographers amenably repeat after Hutton that Freddie happily lived the last years of his life with a loved husband, servants and cats.
What happy life can have a mortally ill man? And why Freddie himself “didn’t notice” his happiness?
Hutton says that they lived with Freddie like a husband and wife, and wore the wedding rings, and with this ring Freddie wanted to be cremated. Many biographers repeat after Hutton that Freddie wore a ring. He actually wore a small ring on the annular finger, but:
And, of course, don’t forget about the delicate aspect of Mercury and Hutton’s relations. Hutton can be openly asked, “And why are you still alive?”
Hutton perfectly understands that this moving story of his can honourlessly end, and says that he’s infected with AIDS too. According to his words, in 1990-1991 he underwent the HIV analysis and came out positive. But, again according to his words, Freddie told him about his infection in April 1987. Hutton pictures a touching scene – Freddie shows him a stain on his leg and says, “Now you can leave me, I can understand”, - but how can the noble Jim leave his loved one! The misfortune only makes them closer…
Very nice. But let’s leave those sods to the authors of the gay melodramas – the award winners of Berlin movie festivals. And let’s imagine how this scene should have actually looked.
Learning the horrible news, Jim turns green with fear, hastily remembers when they did it last time… then screams loudly and rushes to the nearest hospital – to test. And he’ll grow ten years older waiting for the result.
But Hutton doesn’t run anywhere, doesn’t seem to care at all, and he undergoes the AIDS test only years after.
A strange nonchalance!
Let’s suppose that Hutton miraculously avoided the infection. It’s theoretically possible: sex with an HIV-infected partner is a Russian roulette. But he still had to undergo the test immediately if he had the slightest concern about his own life.
But he didn’t do that.
Whatever it was, but they should’ve stopped any sex. But Hutton goes as far as the complete obscenity – he says that they continued sex, only using condoms, and before that, Freddie hated the protected sex…
Well, you know… Any kid knows that condom doesn’t give the 100% protection from AIDS, moreover, during the regular contacts with the HIV-infected partner. Would Freddie, with his gentleness towards friends, would’ve risk his lover’s life for his lust? Would Hutton risk to play the “Russian roulette”?
Hutton lies, as he lied all the time. This story with AIDS completely proves that he didn’t have any intimate relations with Mercury.
Hutton all the time says that he’s doomed, that he’ll soon die from the same disease as Freddie. And complains about Mary Austin – how could she throw on the street a man whose days are counted, how could she be so cruel (she assuredly told Hutton, “Freddie already waits for you”)?
In this case, Freddie indeed waited a long time.
Ten years passes since Freddie’s passing, and Jim Hutton is still alive and in perfect health. He isn’t dying of AIDS – furthermore, he hasn’t got even the slightest symptoms of this disease. He’s vigorous, healthy and obviously isn’t going to die in the near future. In the Internet, the messages about Hutton’s perfect health occasionally appear – “despite all the rumours”. Hutton, “whose days are counted”, gave several interviews…
How longer will this gamble last? How long Jim Hutton will be able to deceive the people? Five years? Ten? Twenty? What does he hope on? That the gay propaganda turned the people into idiots? That he’d be forgotten, and the question about his health would be burked?
Doesn’t he think that some years later, when his perfect health will cause the bad rumors along the Queen fans, he’ll just be “removed” by the customers of the book – and in the medical comment, it’ll be written that he died of AIDS?
Or this will be made much earlier…
We could stop on that. Everything else in Hutton’s book may not be read at all – the sharker placed his cards on the table, the game is over. But, due to the fact that he deceived the whole world, his lies have to be studied more seriously and thoroughly.
Let’s begin from the meeting scene.
According to Hutton’s words, he first met Freddie in one of London’s gay clubs in 1983. Freddie asked him, “Do you want a drink?” And then immediately: “Do you have a big dick?” The noble Jim is shocked by such questions, but Freddie’s friends who are present there explain him that Freddie has such manner of acquaintance. Then they start talking: “Who are you?” – “I’m a barber.” – “And I’m a singer.” Jim doesn’t yet know that it’s Freddie Mercury himself before him – he doesn’t know anything about music…
The first lie is about the gay club in which Freddie never was caught. The second – Freddie was a very well mannered man and would’ve never allowed himself to talk to anyone in such tone. The third – of course, Hutton might not know anything about music, but didn’t he come out of forest? All England knew who’s Freddie Mercury, by the time!
Finally, Hutton didn’t just completely invent the meeting scene – he falsified the date. In 1983, Freddie never appeared in England – he spent that year in Munich, occasionally visiting USA.
Hutton said that he wasn’t just another lover of Mercury – he was his common-law husband. They lived in one house, slept in one bed – of course, in Mercury’s bedroom.
It’s known that Delilah, Freddie’s favorite cat, often slept in his bed, nestling up to him. Freddie obviously liked it – in his moving song Delilah, dedicated to that kitty, there are the words, “You make me so very happy when you cuddle up and go to sleep beside me.” Hutton confirms that Delilah slept in Freddie’s bed, but says that she was sleeping at the bed-foot. And he lies – “beside” and “in the bed-foot” are different things.
The fact is that the cats are always seeking for a warm place to sleep – a heater, the pipes, or their owner’s warm hip. Many family pairs are complaining about their cats that climb to their beds and don’t let them sleep, trying to squeeze between the couple. Some pairs are even locking their bedrooms at night.
And Freddie says that he’s so happy to sleep with Delilah! What happiness can there be, if a cat climbs to the marriage-bed! And why does he need a cat if he has somebody to sleep with?!
Only in one case the man can enjoy sleeping with a cat or a dog – if he’s lonely. Then, nestling up to the warm furry softling is really enjoyable. Delilah is a witness of the fact that Freddie’s bed in his last years was empty. But the kitty can’t say that.
Hutton constantly says about the gentle love affair with Freddie, about that he was the most important man in his life, and that Freddie just couldn’t live without him and thought only about him.
Why then Jim Hutton hadn’t become Freddie Mercury’s heir?
Why didn’t Freddie leave the home where they were so happy, to him? Why didn’t he leave him the major part of his money?
Jim Hutton is mentioned in Mercury’s will only as one of the servants, and the sum demised to him is the same as was to the cook Joe Fanelli and secretary Peter Freestone. Also, the home in Ireland was demised to him – but Freddie was buying houses and flats to all his friends, girlfriends, acquaintances and servants who hadn’t had their own housing. The similar house was bought to Joe Fanelli. After Freddie’s death the tabloid press maliciously wrote that he spent more than one million of pounds on that. And, of course, everyone who received the houses from him were called his lovers. Can’t they understand that the man can simply do good things!
So, we can see that Jim Hutton isn’t distinguished from other servants in the will.
By the way, it wasn’t me who first noticed that. Some biographers and journalists noticed that too – and didn’t find anything better than to refer it to Freddie’s unpredictability and extravagance!
Hutton accused Mary Austin in everything, saying that she misappropriated the house and money and threw the poor Jim on the street, violating the will of the late Freddie. He also accused him in that she misappropriated the gifts presented to him by Freddie, and refused to return the photos from the bedroom.
It’s correct only partially. Mary Austin isn’t less cunning dog and adventurer than Hutton himself. But not so much to steal others’ belongings knowing that she’ll be publicly accused of that. Hutton just hadn’t received more gifts than other servants, and the “shortage” had to be attributed to Mary. She could’ve been also accused in stealing of the fictional intimate photos, which she didn’t need at all.
And if Freddie would’ve wanted Hutton to stay at home – he’d have mentioned that in his will. But there aren’t any such things. Freddie obviously wasn’t concerned with Hutton’s future destiny.
And what for? He demised to his servants some healthy cash and houses – what more do they need?
And Hutton lies when he says that he was thrown away on the street. Going “to the street” with half a million pounds in the pocket and with a house in Ireland – it’s not too bad!
Hutton constantly says that his status was different from the status of Freestone and Fanelli. They, he says, are just servants, and Hutton is the closest friend and loved husband. But all facts are saying that Hutton is just the third home servant.
The style, language and contents of the book only confirm Hutton’s status – only servants are spreading such gossips about their masters!
Hutton says how he was zonked when he received at the first Christmas in Freddie’s home a cheque for J1,000 – but he immediately says that other servants received the similar cheques. He, like others, was enlisted in the home roster and was getting the salary as a gardener. He also said that he clipped Freddie.
Hutton explains this contradiction by conspiracy. Freddie, he says, was hiding from others his affair with Hutton, not to put down his parents and fans and not to attract the attention of tabloid press. That’s why Hutton was disguised as a servant, and Freddie introduced Hutton as his gardener to the unfamiliar people coming to the house.
But he immediately contradicts himself, saying that Freddie never made a secret from their relationship!
According to his words, Freddie was always dragging Hutton with him, constantly appeared with him on the gigs, in the studio and in the public places, introducing him as “his new man”. Hugged, kissed, caressed his knee, calling him his wife. And the family walks of Queen members were looking like that: Brian May with a wife, John Deacon with a wife, Roger Taylor with a girlfriend, and Freddie Mercury – with Jim Hutton!
Ridiculous… And absolutely proofless. Because there isn’t any proof of the fact that Freddie was always walking with Hutton. Freddie rarely took him with himself, and only with other servants. The most often, Freddie was taking Hutton and other servants for a vacation. During such vacations, Freddie never stayed alone with Hutton – it was like that both in Japan and on Ibiza…
A good lover! What about a honeymoon?
Hutton himself says that he saw Freddie working in his Munich studio only after he persuaded Freddie to show him how he works, for a long time. Freddie agreed with reluctance and with one qualification – if Hutton would’ve sat quietly as a mouse.
And what about the constant walking together and hugging? What about the friendship until the death? What to do with Hutton’s constant presence beside Freddie? Where are any compromising photos? And where are the witnesses?
Hutton says that he was present at the filming of the video clip The Great Pretender, where he was invited by his “love” straight from the barbershop. Of course, Mercury was pleading the noble Jim to grace with his presence the working place of him, indign, and he had to agree graciously. Gushing over the words, the biographers retell the “exclusive” information about the filming from the “closest friend and lover” – how Freddie with Roger Taylor and Peter Straker appeared in the woman clothes, making everyone laugh into stitches, how Freddie rehearsed his jump to the chair with his partner… But to know all this, one doesn’t have to be Freddie’s lover – because all those scenes were included in the “extended version” of the video clip The Great Pretender, and they were seen by dozens of thousands of men! And Hutton wasn’t present in the studio – the camera showed that. Otherwise, he’d have known the fact that any careful spectator of the video clip understands – that the scene of “coming” with Straker and Taylor and the scene of jumping to the chair are filmed in different filming days!
This example shows how “exclusive” are all Hutton’s memories about his “lover’s” works – he described everything from others’ words!
Hutton says that Freddie was hiding his romance and introduced Hutton as his servant because of that, and instantly – that he wasn’t hiding anything and walked with him everywhere, introducing him as his man. Where’s the logic?!
Concerning the numerous about hugs, kisses, presents, caresses and bouquets – they can be illustrated by just one story.
Hutton remembers the Valentine’s Day – the first after he moved to Mercury’s house. That time, Jim was still working in the barbershop – he took his discharge later. In the morning, he sent flowers to Freddie’s home. Some time after, the postman delivered the luxurious rose bouquet to the barbershop. “Oh, that’s for me!”, screamed the girl that worked with Hutton. Everyone was very confused when everyone understood that Hutton was the receiver. And on the bouquet, there was Freddie Mercury’s monogram – “F.M.”…
Very moving. But it’s lies.
Because on 14th February 1986, the date of that event, Freddie Mercury wasn’t even present in London. He was in Munich, where he was recording the album A Kind Of Magic and participating in some other projects.
And even if he was in London – how could he make such an “exposure” to the public? Those flowers would’ve been discussed by the entire musical London, not counting fans and tabloids!
Also, Hutton loves to tell about the storming quarrels and reunions with Freddie. One time, he spotted Freddie on the hidden flat with another man, made a scene and left the home – and Freddie was almost groveling at Hutton’s feet, pleading to return, crying that he couldn’t live without him. Then Freddie went to the old lover for a whole night, and then lamented for forgiveness…
Then he ousted Jim, because he didn’t spend the night at home, and then was constantly calling him in his old flat, and the flat owner asked to take care of the pully Mercury who bothers her with the constant calls and demands…
Wow, he has such megalomania! He really wants to make everyone believe that the beautiful millionaire Freddie Mercury couldn’t live without his love!
Let’s study one of those fairytales more thoroughly.
Hutton tells about a quarrel that happened at the New Year. He invited his former lover to the party. Since he didn’t know anybody, Hutton was entertaining him for the entire evening, making Freddie jealous. When the New Year came and everyone started hugging and kissing, Freddie specially ignored Hutton and his lover. Then everyone went to Heaven – London’s largest gay club. There, Freddie, to spite Jim, went to dance with another man. The infuriated Jim grabbed Freddie by the sleeve, pulled him from the dancers’ circle to the corner and demanded explanations. “I just wanted to see your reaction”, said Freddie. After some time, Hutton noticed that Freddie and his friends went away somewhere. He went to the street – and couldn’t find the car. Everyone left him.
Without a coat, he walked home. Freddie came out to meet him.
“Can’t you finally decide whom do you need!”, screamed Jim and rushed into home. Freddie followed him, and everything ended up with the new reunion.
And now, turn on the fantasy and imagine this scene in persons.
The New Year night. London’s largest gay club. Of course, it’s packed. Along the merry people, the paparazzi are walking about. They don’t have the holiday – their work only begins…
Two gays had a strong quarrel. Many people unwillingly turn in their way – and see in amazement that one of the participants is Freddie Mercury, in person!
The unimaginable happiness is on the faces of paparazzi. The New Year night, spent far away from friends and families, is repaid with usury. The cameras flash, the pictures that worth thousands of pounds are made, and on the next day, the leading tabloids place them on the front pages – of course, with the sarcastic comments…
But there weren’t any photos, any scandalous articles, even gossips. Nothing happened. Nobody ruined Freddie’s New Year.
So, as you may see, the entire story is lies.
Another case. Hutton remembers how after yet another quarrel, he went away to his old flat, and Freddie called him there. Pretending as if nothing happened, Freddie asked Hutton to come him to the premiere of The Time musical, saying that it’s very important to him. The noble Jim graciously agreed.
But there isn’t any evidence of that Freddie came to that premiere with Jim Hutton. At least, it’s not written anywhere else, and there aren’t any photos confirming that. But it’s obvious that Freddie didn’t have time for the love dramas with barbers – he amazed the press and audience, appearing in the interlude in the ice cream seller’s suit and giving away for free a box of ice cream…
Hutton constantly makes an active gay out of Freddie. He all the time says about visiting the gay joints – the obvious lies. Furthermore, if to believe Hutton, Freddie had the assizes of the gay club at home. His house was filled with gays who constantly hugged and kissed. This part of Hutton’s memories infuriated many friends of the singer, because, according to Hutton, it came out like that all Freddie’s male friends were gays. And that’s not true.
Along Freddie’s friends, there were actually some homosexuals, but only a few. Making acquaintances with people, it’s very unlikely that Freddie asked them about their sexual orientation. But the major part of his friends is the family people. It’s clear why they were so angry about Hutton’s book…
If only they’d protect Freddie as themselves!
And if Hutton is right, then Freddie Mercury is unique among the gay culture, because there isn’t a single homosexual along the singers and musicians working with him!
Another Hutton’s lie is that Freddie was using cocaine. But he forgot to invent how did Freddie stop using the drugs – after he was infected with AIDS, and how the fits were happening…
He also lies that Freddie “loved children from a distance” – because he played with Mary Austin’s little son only for short times. But everyone says that Freddie adored children – including Mary Austin herself! And if Freddie was dying of AIDS and physically couldn’t play with a small boy for a long time – it doesn’t mean that he didn’t like children! It’s enough to look how Freddie was playing with children in the video clips The Invisible Man, The Miracle, Time!
As it was said already, Hutton in all ways tries to distinguish himself from other servants and says that he’s not a servant. But it’s lie – Hutton worked as the others, at the parties in Freddie’s home the guest either weren’t seeing Hutton at all, or he was serving the guests together with other servants. He was performing the same duties as the others. Sometimes, Freddie did invite Hutton to join the guests – but not because of any “special relations”. He just treated his servants as friends, companions and family members – Joe Fanelli and Peter Freestone were also receiving such offers.
Jim Hutton was featured on the tape of that infamous Munich party, the scenes of which are included in the video clip Living On My Own. We can see on it that Hutton was one of the few men not wearing the woman clothes. He stands at the edge of the crowd that watches the show, wearing the black suit. He’s monitoring the order.
Hutton says about how Freddie came to his parents with him. Hutton shows it as an example of the incredible love and trust of Freddie.
One has to know nothing about the Parsees, know nothing at all about the East to believe in this nonsense!
Faroukh Bulsara, a Parsee, could not bring his male lover to his father’s home! To the home of the old faithful Zoroastrian, for whom homosexuality is the ultimate sin, the worst insult towards the God and the very idea of creation of humans! Doing so meant to mortally offend his father and mother, to insult the flesh and womb that gave life to him! Just as well, he could’ve urinated on the fireplace in his father’s home!
There are only two choices – either Hutton invented this visit, or he was accompanying Freddie as a servant.
By the way, about parents. Hutton says that Freddie was hiding their relationship mostly because of his parents – he didn’t want to upset those Zoroastrian believers. Hutton himself was assuredly doing the same – because of his parents, the faithful Catholics. He says that he was very upset when The Sun printed the scandalous article about Freddie. Now, he said, his parents will learn that he was gay, and it’s very unpleasant…
And did he think about parents when he was releasing his disgusting book?! Both his own and Freddie’s?
The moving stories about the noble Jim who cared for the ill friend for nights and days won’t hold any water, too. How could nobody who visited Freddie and cared for him not notice the disconsolate Jim, constantly standing at his lover’s deathbed? Nobody who visited Freddie’s bedroom those days – Gordon Atkinson, Mary Austin, Dave Clark, Elton John, and Roger Taylor – said anything about the grieving Jim. Furthermore, it’s known what were other servants doing in the home, how were they helping to care for Freddie, but nobody said yet, what was Jim Hutton doing those days and what role did he have in those sad events. We can almost certainly say that Jim Hutton never came to the dying Freddie at all – or else he’d have known what colour has the wallpaper in his bedroom. Forgotten in the bustle, he was quietly sitting in his room until his master died. A man dying of AIDS isn’t the most pleasant sight, so why care for him if you may not do so! And even if he did enter his master’s bedroom (as Freestone wrote), he hadn’t spent enough time in there to remember its decorations. Hutton himself let out in one interview that he “wasn’t nursing Freddie” – controverting both himself and the false witness Peter Freestone.
And after Freddie’s death, Hutton stops the clock – and since that, it always shows the death time of the great man…
In order to stop the clock in the moment of a man’s dying, one has at least to be present in that sad moment.
Meantime, only one witness of Freddie’s death is known – his friend Dave Clark, he was at his bed in the last thirty minutes of his life. If somebody did actually stop the clock – it could be only him.
And also, Hutton says how he was grieving, how he made a garland and mourned his lover.
But nobody who was present at the funeral noticed any signs of grief on Hutton.
As you may see, Hutton isn’t infected with AIDS, doesn’t know how the bedroom in which he supposedly was spending nights for 6 years, isn’t mentioned in the will otherwise than as servant, hadn’t received from Mercury any gifts and courtesies hinting at any affairs, hadn’t accompanied him in the public places otherwise than as a servant, wasn’t interested in Freddie’s fate, didn’t care for him when he was ill. And his death was mourned by the “closest friend and last lover” in a very peculiar way – by writing a book that defamed Freddie all around the world.
This man is a crook, adventurer and counterfeit! He has to be taken to the court!
Funny how no biographers want to see the most important thing – Hutton hates Freddie, and he hates him as nobody else.
Because one has to loathe somebody else very strongly to write such filth about him.
It’s not even because of homosexuality. If Hutton was a woman, his book wouldn’t have become less disgusting.
A man who lost friend and lover would’ve written a different book or wouldn’t write anything at all. For example, we can remember what did Jean Marais write about his closest friend and lover Jean Cocteau after his death. In his book, there aren’t any intimate details, any pornographic vulgarities, with which Hutton’s book is filled, but he such lovingly and gently told about Cocteau that you unwillingly forget all the traditional prejudices and start to understand his feelings and compass to his grief. When in Paris a book that was offensive towards Cocteau was released, Marais was ready to kick the author’s butt…
But Hutton speaks about Freddie with such unveiled hatred, gives so much effort to belittle him, offend him, picture a disgusting, depraved, primitive creature out of him, that even a small kid can understand – love wasn’t even close there.
Hutton constantly pictures Freddie as a primitive gay who’s mad about sex and entertainment, who for all days only screams hysterically, dopes cocaine, swears, crushes claywork, fantigues with a lot of gays, doesn’t leave the gay clubs.
According to Hutton, Freddie didn’t know the foreign languages and was so stupid that he couldn’t learn a single word. Having lived in Munich for three years, he didn’t know a single word in German, and he knew only two words in Japanese.
But he forgot that Freddie graduated from a classical English school, in which languages were one of the most important subjects – they were queried especially seriously! In his texts, Freddie easily uses the French and Latin quotes – and it’s the sign of such high education that was normal for nineteenth century and is virtually unknown in the present days. He sang in foreign languages many time – in Spanish, Japanese, Hungarian – and he succeeded perfectly.
Concerning the German language – Hutton lies again.
Rheinhardt Mack remembered in due time how Freddie played and bantered with his small son. Once he saw Freddie merrily chatting with his kid about something.
In what language did Freddie speak with the small German boy? Not in English, surely?
Finally, nobody can argue the fact that Freddie perfectly knew at least one foreign language.
Everyone seems to forget that English wasn’t the native language of Faroukh Bulsara, and he sang with a strong Gujarati accent!
Hutton says that Freddie was a shopaholic, running like mad around the shops for whole days buying everything on his way, was complaining like a baby if something was not for sale; finally, he was buying lots of things that he couldn’t use. So, he bought several computers in Japan, but he couldn’t use them, even didn’t know what is it…
Was it the author of The Invisible Man video clip who didn’t know what is computer?
Also he says that Freddie bought a lot of ties but never wore them and couldn’t even knot them.
Was it Freddie Mercury who never wore and couldn’t knot a tie?! Freddie, who appeared in the flawless suits at all the receptions and public routs?!
And also he says that Freddie was gotten into the classic music by his servant and secretary Peter Freestone, and he didn’t know anything about it before…
And was it Freddie, who grew up in a musically educated family, loved opera since his childhood, gathered a great collection of classic music records, performed with Montserrat Caballe, wrote the classical music himself?!!!
And can be Hutton’s words that Freddie was whispering in fear, “Get me out of here”, when he was seeing fans, and, as a child, asked to “pee-pee” when he wanted to go to the toilet, be commented at all?!
That he, having bought the neighbouring house, said to its owners, “And now get the hell out of here”?! That he almost crapped from fear when he learned that a train crashed on the railway section in Japan, where he was travelling?! That he trembled in fear when he learned that Paul Prenter died of AIDS – he was so afraid of the incoming death?!
Are there any limits of aspersion of one man?! Or towards Freddie Mercury those limits are cancelled by the law?!
Hereto, Hutton, trying to make an idiot out of Freddie, constantly exposes himself. So, speaking how Freddie was bored when they visited a theatre in Japan, Hutton lets us know that he was bored, not Freddie. With such boredom he says about the whole intellectual entertainment of his master – be it a picture gallery, antique shops, concert hall or museum. Hutton is unable to name a single painting, a single artist, a single singer or composer whose works were at Freddie’s home. But how merry he becomes when he speaks about shopping! In what details he describes where, when and how many parcels were bought, what was bought, the size and colour of it, how much it was paid for that! And we must believe that this animal is the closest friend and lover of Freddie Mercury?!
Any misfortune in Freddie’s life makes Hutton very happy. He betrayed himself when he told about the infamous incident in Barcelona, during the performance of Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballe. There, Freddie lost his voice right before the concert, and they had to sing with a phonogram. Due to the sound engineer’s neglection, the phonogram was started on a slow speed, and they had to begin everything from the start. Though the performance was excellent, Freddie was very upset with that fluff.
With what delight did Hutton tell about this moment! Friend, lover or just servant he could’ve been, but he had to be upset together with Freddie. But he doesn’t even hide his pleasure! He’s happy!
Not even speaking about the fabricated episode, in which the infuriated Freddie runs backstage to deliver a fair kick to the sound engineer, but he manages to run away. In autumn 1988, Freddie wasn’t in such health to pursue the sound engineer! Furthermore, Hutton wasn’t in Barcelona, and he could learn all that only from others’ words.
After all hideousness made by Hutton, it’s very easy to understand that he remained in Mercury’s home not for the purpose of “caring for an ill friend”. This crook perfectly understood that the master would leave a healthy sum to him. It’s possible that even then he was already preparing for the role of counterfeit. And, considering his hatred towards his master – you can imagine what pleasure was he getting, watching Freddie’s sufferings! Those were the happiest years of his life! With what delight, with what venery and in what details he describes Freddie’s illness and dying! With what delight and pleasure he describes all the physiological details of his disease! I just can’t repeat that – not to traumatize the readers.
But even that wasn’t enough for him. Hutton pictured the dying Freddie as a coward and sissy. Freddie, in his words, constantly whines and complains, screams hysterically and cries over his unfortunate life. Shows his stigmas to strangers and screams, “Look what I have to bear with!” Forbids any talks about death in his house and tries not to think about it at all. Turns off the TV when he hears any talks about AIDS. Tells the press about his disease only to deprive the tabloids from the possibility to be the first to say about it, saying to them, “Here, choke it!” Hutton together with some biographers wants to bereave Freddie even from that – the bravery, with which he was dying and struggling with his disease! And he dared to say that about a man who suffered from horrible pains for years – and never moaned, screamed or complained! Who donated large sums for the struggle with AIDS and wasn’t forgetting about others until his last minute! All witnesses are saying that they’d never seen such bravery, such worthful dying:
“He knew that the end is near, but he was incredibly brave. I wouldn’t be able to see the Freddie’s sufferings again…”
“Until the end, he wasn’t losing his bravery and continued working, believing in God and everything best. He was a unique and inimitable man…”
“Refusing to tell about his disease, he with incredible persistence and bravery continued to put all his energy into the albums and filmings, trying to hide the throes. We never heard any complaints from him, he never skived during work, by some miracle his voice became stronger and stronger with years. He died, not having lost his self-control… Freddie never wanted to work on anyone’s sympathies…”
“It’s incredible, but while his body was weakening, his spirit was strengthening. I’ve never seen a man dying like that, such willpower…”
“Freddie hated when he was pitied. He didn’t want anyone to talk about his disease with him…”
He can’t even leave Freddie’s remains in peace!
As it’s known, Freddie’s burial place is kept secret, at his demise. His body was cremated with witnesses present, and where his ashes are buried, know only Jim Beach – the general director of the Queen Productions and Mercury’s executor – and his parents.
But Jim Hutton says that the ashes are buried under the cherry tree in Freddie’s garden – he assuredly asked to do so. Hutton also says that the ashes weren’t taken from the undertaking for a year. That is, he says the things that he cannot know at all.
But it’s not the most important. He didn’t just lie – he lied disgustingly!
So, Freddie was buried in a garden, like a dog? And he asked to do so himself?! And the ashes weren’t taken away for a year?
I think that it’s enough commenting the book. If to disprove all lies written in it, I’ll have to write an additional tome, because almost every word, line, paragraph of it is filth, lies and aspersion.
What for did he do such thing to a man from whom he’d been seeing nothing except kindness, whom he owes his good life?
The reason is the same – envy.
Hutton is a pipsqueak, an empty space, a zero without a figure. A savage, ignorant, evil and envious creature. A puny barber, a provincial crook, taken to the home in mercy. And beside him, a man of such high level, of such kindness and talent was shining! How he envied his kind, beautiful, rich, charming and famous master! How he hated him!
Everyone came to Mercury’s home and adored him – not seeing Hutton. Hutton for them is just yet another Mercury’s cat. A sponger, a servant… Everyone knows Freddie Mercury – and who knows Jim Hutton?
And he couldn’t stand that – that he’s not Freddie, and it’s not his house, not his belongings, not his fans, not his friends… He wanted to grasp even a small part of his master’s fame. Furthermore, he wanted to look more noble, glorious and talented than Freddie himself. He looked like a flea from the known fairytale, which came to the celebration on the king’s horse – and was sure that the crowd hails not the king, but it. And it chirped all out, “Look how everyone adores me!”
And also he for certain dreamed to sleep with Freddie. The maidens often fall in love with the beautiful and rich masters. But the master doesn’t see anything…
And in her imagination, the suffering maiden lives up a storming fictional romance. There, master sent her a bouquet. Nobody believes that it’s for her… How everyone envies her! And then, the master presents the wedding ring to her. How pretty it is! Then, he gently kisses her and carries in his arms into the bedroom, on the bed where the rose petals are scattered all over…
When Hutton started to hate Mercury? When he decided to make everyone believe that his sexual fantasies are the truth? When he decided to begin the most grandiose since False Dmitry imposting affaire? When he decided to become famous on account of somebody else? We don’t know it. But what we know for sure – is that Hutton is a thankless pipsqueak, complexed creature with megalomania. There’s the classic inferiority complex with the subconscious desire to become famous – even droning on somebody else’s name.
There are known cases when the complexed, contemptible man became famous by killing his idol. So did Marc Chapman when he shot John Lennon. Hutton became famous by killing the remains of Mercury’s reputation.
He could’ve repeated Chapman’s exploit if not due to the perspective to spend his remaining life in jail – he has a face of an assassin. But his sufferings were paid off – he delightfully watched Freddie’s sufferings for several years, and after his master death, his highpoint came.
Even the name of the book, “Mercury and Me”, says about megalomania. He didn’t name it “My memories of Mercury” or “Mercury in my life” – he placed himself and Freddie on the same shelf and fully exposed his complexes. That’s why he constantly says about himself and only in the second place about Freddie.
That’s why Mercury in Hutton’s book craves Jim’s love, he lives and breathes his barber.
All Hutton’s complexes are seen in his subconscious imitation of Freddie. When Freddie had a moustache – Hutton also did. When Freddie shaved it off – Hutton did the same thing. When you see the photos of Mercury and Hutton, at the first glance you can’t tell them apart and understand where’s Mercury – Hutton became a double of his master. He wore shirts, pants and coats of the same colour as master’s, made the similar haircut to himself. He tried to stylize his Irish home as Mercury’s villa, made a similar garden and the similar pond in it, bought the Persian cats and mirror carps…
But why the dime porn novel from gays’ life, the place of which is in the psychiatrist’s room, is called “the memories about Freddie Mercury”?! How the sexual delirium of the psychotic man could become the “memories of the closest friend and the last lover” and the source for dozens of books and hundreds of articles? How could that happen?!
The answer is simple – because it’s a book about Freddie Mercury.
If such book would’ve been written about any other dead rock musician, it’s hard even to imagine the scale of universal anger and resentment. And the biographers should’ve surely warned the readers that they shouldn’t believe a single word of such book. But if it’s about Freddie – then everything is allowed. The sacrilege was scot-free, accompanied by the acclamatory applause of the “progressive society” and (what a shame!) – Queen fans. Very few people dared to condemn this book.
The fans amaze me the most. You know, I very much dislike when somebody’s fans are fighting or trashing. But in that case, I had different feelings.
What’s that?! Freddie was publicly offended, aspersed, defamed – and not a single fan even tried to darken Hutton’s daylight! Nobody even tried to slap him! To spit in his face! To say an asperity! To break a window in the press that released his book!
They weren’t just not defending their idol – they even gladly bought this obscene book and were interesting by the august Hutton’s health on the fan club sites!
And how to be, if a whole industry all day long tells them that Jim Hutton is the last love of Freddie Mercury, that he has to be loved too if Freddie loved him?
The history knows many examples of imposting. But Hutton wrote a whole new page in its history. It was the first time when the barber, gardener and sponger in the celebrity’s home imposted himself as his lover – and with such success! The most interesting thing is that everyone believed Hutton! There are always some people who laugh at the counterfeits and don’t believe them – but in Hutton’s case, nobody called him liar. Only Freddie’s parents and the ex-Queen members tried to stop Hutton, but nobody helped them!
Jim Hutton is worth to be mentioned in the Guinness’ Record Book – he deceived more than six billions people! The absolute record!
Hutton’s success would’ve been impossible without a huge material and information support and without the colossal advertising.
Somebody made this counterfeit as famous as his master. It was neither the first nor the last time when the ordered fraud became the main source of information. There are many such cases in the history.
No counterfeit ever succeeded if he didn’t have the influential powers behind him.
In due time, in USA appeared a young impostress who said that she’s the unlawful daughter of Freddie Mercury – but nobody believed her, and the ashamed liar was soon forgotten. Because nobody needed her. The propaganda needed gays as Freddie’s lovers, not his children. Most impostors weren’t coming by themselves – they were called by very influential people. And Hutton was needed, with his disgusting book. And since Hutton is a member of the gay society, his book could’ve been released only if it was approved and acclaimed by the gay elite.
No wonder that in the intervening years, no woman lover of Freddie Mercury, real or false, appeared – nobody would’ve just allowed such woman to appear.
By the way, Hutton didn’t write the book by himself – this beast wouldn’t be able to write even a letter by himself. For Hutton, from his words, somebody Tim Wapshott wrote the book.
It’s not even memories. Mercury And Me should be classified as a heinous fake of a very poor quality, written by the tabloid journalist Tim Wapshott, retelling the sexual fantasies of a crook who lived in Freddie Mercury’s house.
And also it’d be very interesting to know where Mercury did really meet Hutton, or, to say it clearer, who gave such dirt, in both meanings of the word, to him? By whose recommendation this vile crook got the table, shelter and work in Mercury’s house? Wasn’t he prepared for the impostor’s role from the very beginning? Did Freddie know that he employs a homosexual?
The chances are that Hutton didn’t accidentally come to Freddie. By the logic, Peter Freestone was way better fitting for a husband’s role – Freddie very often appeared with him in the public places, took him for holidays, paid much more attention to him than to Hutton, often was pictured with him, Freestone was much more cultured than Hutton and also lived in his master’s home. But Hutton was “employed” as Freddie’s lover. And the gossips were spread even while Freddie was still alive. And Hutton is trying to sit closer to Freddie, and somebody takes pictures of them in the moments when Hutton touches his master, and after Freddie’s death, the photos with the “cutdown” background are thrown into the press and Internet…
Freddie is good too – he could understand whom he was taking to his house, when he was 40. But, unfortunately, he was naive and gullible like a child until his death – even the scandal with Prenter didn’t make him any cleverer. He, with his kind and open soul of a Parsee, couldn’t survive in this vile world.
No wonder that Hutton’s book is so much acclaimed by the biographers. Why, the worse and more disgusting is the aspersion towards Freddie – the better it is for those people, serving the industry of his defaming. Mercury And Me is a table-top book for any biographer, the priceless present and ever-living source of filth.
It’s impossible not to understand that this book is a disgusting lie. But the biographers are drudgingly making people believe that it’s true. The most brave ones doubt some separate episodes or criticize Hutton for excessive gross-out, but still recommend this book for reading of Mercury’s fans and are openly advertising it on the web sites dedicated to Freddie, calling it “very interesting” or “the exclusive memories of the closest friend”. I don’t know about “very interesting”, but I personally wanted to strangle Hutton. And also I had a sharp creepy feeling of sickness – as though the roaches were running on me. I wouldn’t recommend to give this book to teenagers and ladies – at least for the considerations of morale and ethics.
But the biographers like this filth very much – and they show their real attitude towards Freddie with it.
Because one has to hate Freddie very much to like Hutton’s book. Though they perfectly understand what this filth is really worth, and say themselves that “not everything is credible”, nevertheless they’re very often quoting Hutton. Andrei Rassadin said that he was shocked by some intimate scenes from Freddie’s life – and offered a compromise: “Only Freddie can confirm or deny those facts.”
It’s wonderful! It’s truly a new word in the science history!
So, some swine comes along, defames the dead famous man, and the biographers just come away – let the dead man answer! Maybe we should even hold a spirit-rapping?!
And what’s your purpose then, you, biographers and researchers? Only to confirm and deny – it’s your direct work! You’re getting paid for that! Why can’t you stop the bellicose swine?! If you love and respect Freddie Mercury – then protect him!
But they won’t do that. Because it doesn’t fit their plans. And because they are paid for different things.
Rassadin at least felt ill at ease – usually the biographers love Hutton as their blood brother. What epithets do they attribute to him – even Freddie didn’t get such ones! “The noble Jim”, “kind heart”, “generous spirit”, “neat-handed”, “brave character” and other praises from the cheap novels are falling on the bastard! And Rick Sky even sang a whole praise to Hutton!
Of course, he deserved a prize. Not everybody could defame the hated Mercury in such way.
One more counterfeit is worth mentioning. The producer David Minns says that he was Mercury’s lover since 1975 – that is, Freddie was adultering Mary Austin with him. He with his friend David Evans published several compilations of Freddie’s friends and colleagues’ memories, over a half of which contains the unverified, untrue, and often even scandalous information (by the way, the ex-Queen members didn’t participate in this compilation). In several, the aforementioned memories of Mike Moran were taken from there. Like in all other books about Mercury, there’s the full chronological chaos – David Minns is pictured with Joe Fanelli in 1978 while he first meets him in 1979, Eddie Howell in 1975 visits the flat that Freddie bought in 1976, etc… Saying a lot of compliments to Freddie and as though praising him, those “brothers Grimm” fully revealed themselves when they started defending Jim Hutton and showing a lot of love and respect to him. They say, we have to be objective – this book (dedicated mostly to how Freddie was coupling and visiting toilets) is written by a gay and is about the unusual kind of relationship – so, reckon this off. And considering the lot of mistakes and contradictions in Hutton’s book – it’s the fault of Wapshott, who wrote the text. By the way, he’s the main target when Hutton is accused in lies.
But Hutton never denied anything that Wapshott wrote. Furthermore, in one of the interviews given after release of the book, he cynically stated that he said the truth, and if this doesn’t fit the “myth about Freddie” – it’s not his fault.
The man who loved and respected Freddie wouldn’t defend Hutton. But the “brothers Grimm” did so. Also they were praising the nonexistent talents of Joe Fanelli – more actively than the real talents of Freddie Mercury. Because there’s the different relation system takes place.
The frankpledge of the gay society.
To which Freddie, considering “wonderful” attitude towards him, didn’t belong.