Campest barman bar none
Around 1993, my local was The Gloucester Arms. It was a "black pub" in that the landlord was black and so were most of the clientelle. It was a good pub, sparse inside but it had a pool table and table football.

One day a new barman started work. He was the landlord's nephew and was as camp as Larry Grayson being felated by Dale Winton in a tent in a field of tents or something to that effect.

I don't wish to generalise but your average West Indian male isn't that keen on "batty boys". I did notice a few of the customers muttering stuff about batty boys under their breath. They gradually accepted him, well, he was the landlord's nephew so it was put up or fuck off.

What makes him the campest? One evening, he was on his own behind the bar and had decided that the TV was not showing sport that night. Instead, he had on a video of the Osmond Show. He entertained us all by reciting the Osmonds words before they did, he'd learnt the entire show by heart.

Sadly the Gloucester Arms is now called Molly Malone's, another traditional English pub ruined by crap decor, crap beer and crap music.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 0:28, Reply)