Fancy living in Boy George’s house? The singer’s Grade II-listed gothic Hampstead mansion is available to rent for £65,000 per month.
The Culture Club frontman bought the house, located on Well Road, in the mid-1980s after the success of the band’s hit, Do You Really Want to Hurt Me. But in November 2022, Boy George decided to sell his home of almost 40 years, putting it on the market for £17 million.
According to Julia Garber at listing agents Robert Irving Burns, he received “some very good offers” on the property, which he turned down. “Whether we sell it or whether we rent it, he’s happy with both. He’s very relaxed. He’s not under any pressure whatsoever.”
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