 Husiwch, mae'n rhaid i ddyn ni eich cymryd yn ddylch i ni? Mae'n fy ychydig yn ddysgwyl i chi. I fair yw hwnnw, ydych chi'n gael eu cyfrifiadau am enghraifft. Dwi'n cael ferfynu? Fe fyddwch chi'n gwahod o. Dwi'n gael'i'n ddysgwyl i chi eich dod iddi. Beth chi ddiddorol yn llhywun ar eu casio. Roeddwn i'n gweithio, ma o'u gweithio'r panoedd, Which we started off with the ICA. So if you are in the ICA, is absolutely fine, but then we were on tour in Nottingham and we thought we'll go ice skating, we're full counting out. We got to the middle of the ice and thought all this is funny and then we realised, we were surrounded by a lot of young straights all going eehhh. It was very difficult to run with ice skating so we want to do this.yn ni'n ymdweud ar y cyfnodd hwn yn ysgol yw'r ysgol yw'r ysgol yn ein hynny'n eu ardal? Felly mae'r hyn o'r hyn yn gwneud. Mae'n meddwl am ymddangos? Mae'n meddwl am ymdweud. Nod. Yn ymdweud. Ie, Byr Ndo. Byr Ndo, mae'r cyfnodd hwn yn cael ei ffordd? Mae'n meddwl am gyda'r ysgol yw'r cyfnodd yn ymdweud. I was very lucky. I had fantastic teachers and was surrounded by a group of radical feminists who were my friends and they taught me that phrase. But yes, that was always the case. I've always thought that was self-evident. But I've always tried to explore that, what that actually means. How does that actually pan out? But sure it was. I mean I don't think any of us ever thought I must make a statement today. But as it turns out we were. I mean I'm an artist and my colleagues were all artists. I don't think any of us ever thought we must address such and such an issue. That was just part and parcel of what we were doing. So what were the kinds of things that were driving you forward in your work then? One never really knows. I think you pick up a series of obsessions which are in the air, in your own mind, in your own heart, running around something that's in the air at the time. And then it crystallises around dynamics. The question for us always and for me always is what's the next show? I mean that's all you ever think about. We've done that one. What's the next one? And then someone comes with an image or a story or sometimes a person or a performer and that triggers. And then afterwards people say oh I see you addressing the question of female empowerment, the AIDS crisis, whatever it was. But I didn't you know when I was creating a vision of love with Robin I don't remember us ever sitting down and saying we need to talk about X, Y and Z. It was just we found this extraordinary painter who no-one seems to know about. Let's make a show about him. And this picture has been destroyed. This picture was drawn on a pavement outside the Brompton Corridor and it has been destroyed by the feet of people shopping. This picture has faded. There's almost no one left of it. You're going to have to look very closely. What is this picture of? And so I came out of the National Gallery. I looked down and saw him on his hands and knees on the pavement and I said my God, my God I never expected to see you like this. I looked down at his hat with the loose change in it and I well I said to Stephen when I got home that evening I said listen love there but for the grace of an eye well I'm sorry I just reached into my wallet and I gave him a fiver. I'd like you all to know that this is a real fiver. Well all right I will give you this fiver but you've got some promise to try and pay me back as soon as you can. I often wonder which of us are going to end up like he did. I mean which of us is going to be as happy as he was. On line 63rd birthday. Happy birthday to you. On line 63rd birthday I won't be falling down dying of drunkenness in the streets outside the workhouse. I'm going to throw a huge party. I should invite everybody I've ever known to this party. And of course even at 63 I should look completely fabulous and even at 63 I should still be turning out in drag. I'll just know I will. I should be wearing white floor length. The Lenciar began with an enormous train and beautiful medieval sleeves. A button up to the wrist but I should wear them on the button so that they hang down and tray it on the floor. They look completely stunning. I should arrive very very late at this party. My own party. And I should also leave extremely early because I do think it's so tattled to stay around for too long. Even at your own party and falling over drunk late at night is just too incredible. And I should be walking down the road surrounded by flowers. A great halo of flowers all around between but actually hard to get to carry all the flowers. And the lights will be cast up from the streets and they'll be reflected off the flowers and all the colours will be flashing into my face and I should just look too ethereal for words. I should get a mini-cap because I always get a mini-cap at home. And when I get in the mini-cap the driver will say to me, where on earth did you get all those flowers from? And I should say what I could say. Well it's funny you should say that to me actually because I'm just about to ask you to take me all the way to Wilson Jewish cemetery. I know it's four o'clock in the morning but I just want to take all these beautiful flowers that I've got and I just want to lay them on the grave of a man who I've never met I just want to sit there with the flowers at dawn, watching the sun come up and all the flowers around me, me and the graves all on our own. Of course you think I was completely insane if I did that. So I could say, actually darling, that's a you but that's ever said tacky because it would sound like I was picking him up and I wouldn't want to do that really. And anyway, I mean they're not for him actually, the flowers on my line. So that's what I'd say to him, I'd say actually darling, they're my flowers. Yes, I'm 63, it's my birthday. This is my dress, these are my shoes, these are my gloves and my jewels, this is my hair and this is my thing. So why don't you just stop the camera, getting beside me. Well, I met him, I actually beat me seriously and sold him. Yes, I did my girlish, yes I did. And I can tell you exactly what it was. It was a year ago, I'd just come back from Russia visiting my estates and the troika was waiting for me outside at the stage through all the black cat public house camp in town and I was Russian down the stairs. Doesn't always work that joke. That's what I'm carrying on. And I was running down the stairs and I tripped. There were a couple of bottles of vodka in the hem of my chaperonelli gown and how they got there, I had no idea. And I pushed my way through the thrones of fans waiting for me at the stage door and Dimitri handed me up into my troika. I put the sable around me and we were up, up into the Christmas night hair, the bells were jingling, the horses hooves, striking up sparks on the frozen ground. The chill winds were making my cheeks glow like a 17 year old, 17 year old. And as we hurled down the Kentish town high road NW5, there he was! Pissed out of our screens with a red in the dustbin. I said, what? The troika? We skidded to a stop. I lept up through the sables on my shoulders with what was left of the vodka in one hand and I'm very funny looking forward to find any other. I looked at him. The wind would be my hair into a frenty and as our eyes met, I screamed out at him in the top of my fucking voice. Once in everybody's life you get hurt. And it's nothing to be ashamed of. I feel, well let's face it, on a night like this night, after a year like last year, in a city like this city, ladies and gentlemen, this next song is dedicated to everybody here tonight who's ever been hurt. It's alright darling, you don't have to lie to me. I don't even know you. Your mother hurt you? Your lover hurt you? Actually, in my case it was my father. Look at me. Standing here. I'm 50! I'm 50! And it still hurts me! Hurt so much sometimes you can hardly walk. And you know something, it isn't the heels that are killing you. And this is what Mr Simeon Solomon had to say in 1869. This is what he said girls. The hurt that has been done to them passes by. They are made whole for love. Slowly but surely heals them in his arms of the broken of spirit cherished. And when he holds the hearts that are cleft, to his breath, ladies and gentlemen, this next number is dedicated most respectfully to the woman who first sang it one hot August night in 1886, Miss Marie Lloyd. Come on girls, it's Marie Lloyd.