Well, no wonder that the stocky fella, called Andrew (I thought), behind the bar in Churchills, seemed to display a slight femininity about himself!
Thinking that he was, quite obviously, one of the tribe, I made my play for him, only to discover that he's actually a woman!
And I have a sneaking suspicion that the 'friends' who were there with me, had cottoned on to that fact a while before I did. Very funny, indeed!
I think I'll just stick to Birchington from now on, where men are men, women are women and the only thing that you're likely to find in-between them would be the occasional condom.