My own kitsch-induced existential crisis aside, the queue I just waited in did not exactly scream “gay scene in distress”. When I reach the packed downstairs club, ABBA is playing and I start to wonder if the gay scene is now stratified with so many layers of irony that its about to collapse in on itself. The bar is co-owned, after all, by East London’s doyenne of drag, Jonny Woo. We’re waiting, in the January cold, to get inside, have several G&Ts and dance with some drag queens. It’s midnight and outside The Glory, one of London’s newest gay bars, I’m part of a pick ‘n’ mix of queers that’s trailing down the Haggerston end of Kingsland Road, towards Shoreditch.
