January 19th 1976. I Can’t remember what day of the week that was though. I remember this very slinky guy dressed in black leather with long hair and a serpent bracelet being shown into my surgery. He hardly looked at me. He looked at the prints around the walls of the surgery. He knew some of the artists. At first he behaved as though he was in an art gallery, positioning himself in front of each picture and appreciating it before moving on to the next. His voice was quite extraordinary. Very clear speaking voice, very musical. Lovely pronunciation. With a slight lisp. He was extremely shy. But there was a nice reaction between us.

I thought he was very Biba-ish, very Carnaby Street. His hands were forever flickering and waving as he emphasised whatever it was he was saying. You always got that feeling that he was manipulating you, producing the effect he wanted. In the nicest possible way, you knew you would never have to think of anything for the rest of the time you were due to be with him. He thought everything through for you, putting you at the centre of whatever production it was he was involved in whether it be a dinner or a party, an outing to the opera or the ballet. However, he made his mind up about you very quickly. He looked and decided within seconds whether he wanted to even speak another word to you. Very intelligent person, quietly studying and assimilating everything around him.Gordon AtkinsonFreddie’s GP and good friend and confidant until his death The extraction is from ‘This Was The Real Life : The Tale of Freddie Mercury’By David Evans and David Minns

I felt as shy as he was. The next time I saw him socially wasn’t for a couple of years when I went to his thirtieth birthday party at Country Cousin which was a magnificent affair. It included a dancer who incorporated some snakes into her somewhat risqué act which was performed on top of one of the tables. I have to be honest that I didn’t understand who he was or what he was about when I first met him and indeed his professional life was never anything to do with our friendship. At the beginning,