“𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳“
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭
𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐫
On Bourbon Street, in the heart of New Orleans’ fabled French Quarter, the sign reads, “Bob Harrington-Chaplain of Bourbon Street.” Upstairs, the freelance minister administers to the wicked minions below, while across the street, the Hotsy Totsy lounge features naked women parading across an oak bar from dawn to dusk, and next door, the “X-rated Shop” specializes in scatological posters and joy sticks.
This is Freddie Mercury’s favourite American city, where the Mississippi ends its majestic flow and zealots with big dreams fight a losing battle against hustlers, procurers, and all purveyors of sleaze. It is Freddie Mercury’s favourite city because the lead singer and bucktoothed front man of Queen is, above all, an actor. And in New Orleans, anyone can be anyone they want to be.

