vividly remember the first time I encountered the captivating art form that is drag. It was the mid-90s, I must have been 7 or 8 years old, and on primetime British television on a Saturday evening was this powerhouse of a performer. With a tongue sharper than a butcher’s blade and an acerbic wit as forthright as they come (“They’re as tight as a crab’s arse, here at the BBC.”), Lily Savage was the UK’s most famous
