BY GARY MCGHEE It was May 1997. Blair had recently entered No.10. A new dawn had broken (had it not?) and an even more important dawn had broken for me. Only this one was set to truly transform my life. I met my Baby Bear. We stared at each other across the bar of Compton’s in Old Compton Street, Soho, a smoke-filled, drunk-addled sleaze-pit as … Continue reading The Queer is Dead