Colin Moulding and I -little provincial rock-twinks that we were- got eyed up by predatory drag queens at the notorious Jungle Bar:’who you looking at? You never seen a queen put on her make-up before? Well you never seen one like this.’ This from an aged transexual preparing herself while actually standing on the bar. It was heady stuff for Moulding and I, fresh from sexually unambiguous Swindon, and we quickly averted our eyes lest non-consensual fisting ensue.