Nouse.co.uk – Liam O’Brien
My first face-to-face encounters with drag came fairly late on in my teens. It was my grandfather’s seventieth birthday at the Homeguard Working men’s club in Garston, a small, some would say ‘rough’, part of Liverpool. It was a club (now sadly closed) that accommodated both deadly serious rounds of nightly bingo and sordid gossip, the interplay of the two never so clear as when the bingo caller hollered “Legs 11” to the chorus of elderly women cackling “round yer neck”.