How Mick Avory was trolled in a gay way
In his "X-Ray" autobiography , Ray Davies describes Mick Avory joining the band:
"Avory spoke in a deep south London accent as he struggled into the room carrying his own drums. Dave and Pete, who were standing on the little rehearsal platform in the corner of the room, were both dressed in plastic capes, tight black trousers and Cuban heels. Quaife, who had by now been groomed by some of the more camp hairdressers in Carnaby Street, quietly suggested that Avory looked like a 'beautiful butch beast'. Unfortunately, Avory both heard this and took it seriously.
'I've got a girlfriend,' Avory said in his deep, flat drone. Quaife continued the wind-up. 'So've I, love. Don't mean to say that we all don't bend from time to time.'
Dave joined in and started laughing and coughing in a high-pitched feminine voice. I jumped in: 'Put your drums down there, dear, and don't mark the floor, I've been on my knees scrubbing it all afternoon!'
Avory did not see any humour in this situation. We introduced ourselves to him in a limp-wristed way and continued to camp it up until we started playing. [...]
After the rehearsal was over, Dave, Pete and I all reverted to talking in high-pitched voices. Avory thought he was on safer ground by directing his conversation towards Robert and Greenville [managers]. He was concerned about being in a group who wore plastic capes and leather caps and asked if we were sexual deviants. I was never clear whether he considered this to be a good or a bad thing.
'Tell me, will I have to dress up like them?' Avory inquired.
'Undoubtedly so,' replied Greenville, as he cocked his eyebrow and put on a stern face to accompany the Mayfair Droop. Robert joined in as if Avory wasn't there. 'He'll also have to grow his hair, what?'
Avory mumbled half to himself as he started to pack up his drum kit, 'I'll 'ave to think about it and ask my girlfriend if it's all right. I'll let you know in a few days.' He stopped at the door as he left. 'I enjoyed playing with you. The music, I mean.'
'The feeling's mutual, love,' Quaife pouted back and held out his hand as if he expected Avory to kiss it. Avory groaned and, after shaking hands with all of us, slowly backed out of the room."
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