I sound like a pervert? Whoopee  Clive Barker is a bigot's worst
nightmare. Rich, famous and happily married to a man. As his new
book hits the stands, Mr Fantasy talks to Phil Daoust Galilee is
published by HarperCollins at £16.99. Clive Barker Clive Barker
Photograph: Frank Baron for the Guardian  Clive Barker has just
come back from the gents', where he's been well, I don't know,
and I'm not sure I want to. Sticking his fingers down his
throat. Gargling with soapy water. Self-administering the
Heimlich manoeuvre. Phoning the Queen Mum for advice. Whatever
it is you do when you've choked on a bit of monkfish.  Still red
in the face, he sits down. 'I'm sorry. That wasn't dignified,'
he says in an accent that mixes Hollywood with his native
Liverpool. 'Now, what were we talking about? Horses and gay
sex?' Barker, his PR and I are in a rather smart London
restaurant, ostensibly to have a rounded conversation about a
novel called Galilee, this writer and film-maker's latest step
through the fields of horror and