by Orlando Harrison
I’ve been thrown out of a lot of parties during my career in the entertainment industry.
I’ve been ejected from Beck’s aftershow party for asking him to breakdance in an impudent way.
I’ve been frozen out by pagan industrialists Coil for not being gay enough.
And I was thrown out of post-punk Diva Danielle Dax’s house twice, once for raiding her bedroom closet and dancing around in one of her designer dresses, and again two years later for attempting sex with her hoover.
But my most historically significant exclusion occurred at Reading Festival in 1998.
This was the occasion on which I was ejected from Alex James’s hotel room for being racist.
