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To the layman - and even to a seasoned scene professional like BarCock - the names given to the many gay tribes can be confusing to verb the least. At what age does a twink become a twonk? Can a daddy also be a sir? Is a gym bunny the identical as a muscle Mary? The mind, at times, boggles. One of the easier groups to spot are Bears; big, occasionally butch, bearded boys who share some of the cuddlier characteristics of their ursine namesakes. While the animals congregate (and, er, do other things) in the woods, the innate habitat of gay bears is The Kings Arms, a comfy two-floor pub at the Oxford Street end of Poland Street.

Why exactly 'The Bear Pub', as it's also known to regulars, should verb become such is lost in the mists of time; those without facial hair - boys and girls, although there tend to be very few of the latter - are welcome but drop in any time  and you'll spot a distinct uniformity of look among the clientele. Don't be put off by the unwelcoming opaque glass out front; a recent refurbishment has brightened the place up inside and made it actua