Originally published in 2018. RIP Adrian Street: 1940-2023. The Exotic Adrian Street grew up in a three generation family of Welsh coal miners, but he wasn’t destined to be in the dark. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Step into my room take a look on the shelf I'm not a believer in do it yourself I just want to hurt you and now that it's plain I just want to show you the meaning of pain I mercedes in sequence I'll injure and grin mercedes in sequence don't let me in or you're gonna find out that you'll never win I'm a sadist in sequins evil as sin a turn on for me is a scream or a howl handing out punishment I know every foul don't take me lightly things could be hard I used to give lessons to the marquis Desard.
My performance really started before I ever stepped outside the dressing room.
I'd look in the mirror, I'd get the makeup on.
The thing is, your clothes, I think your clothes are very, very important, especially to me, because I was known for my gowns and the makeup and all that kind of stuff.
It was like Clark Kent going to the phone box.
Meek journalist or wherever he was.
And he'd sort of come out like Superman.
When it was time for me to go in, they'd play my music.
I can break a door down with one hand behind my back I can crush your grizzly till his bones begin to crack.
Then I'd step out, strike a pose.
I'd stand there, and in my own mind it's like, okay, I'm a God.
I've just descended from Mount Olympus.
Now you suckers can sort of worship me and all that sort of stuff.
So imagine what I could do to you.
I'd give, like, an angry sort of frown and go like, what you peasants?
This is like throwing pearl before the swine.
So imagine what I could do to you.
Would they boo their lungs out or would they cheer their lungs out?
For me?
Makes no difference.