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Legendary Camden gay pub The Black Cap is officially reopening

Our newsletter hand-delivers the best bits to your inbox. Sign up to gay our digital magazines and also receive the latest news, events, offers and partner promotions. After a decade of closure and campaigning to re-open, the iconic venue is set to return by the end of the bar. On the surface, the Black Cap was just like any other high street boozer: a one-armed bandit machine, a well-stocked bar, reliable regulars.

Okai, an award-winning director and choreographer. The pub has been a landmark on Camden High Street since That energy feels worlds away from the Black Cap that exists today. After an unsuccessful attempt from owners at the time, Faucett Inn, to sell the pub and turn it into luxury flats, the Black Cap called last orders in At times occupied by squatters, and after facing plans to turn it into a supermarket and endless discussions with Camden Council, its future has been precarious.

Boarded up and empty of the punters whose chatter brought it to life, the derelict pub now only has a neighbouring Boots pharmacy to keep it company. From the bar staff to drag queens and loyal regulars, t his is the story of what made it so special. In a time prior to the decriminalisation of homosexual relationships under the Sexual Offences Act ofthe Black Cap went on to become an iconic gay town in London, cherished by people on both sides of the bar.

It may have been the very first gay bar I ever went to in my life. When I started going, the chap london ran it was a man called Marc Flemming. He was a camden queen with a very good, deep, manly baritone. He was a great character, as camp as Christmas. Even if you were on your own, you were guaranteed to bump into people you knew.

I approached Babs who ran the pub and asked for a part-time job. A few days later I went to work behind the bar and moved into the attic upstairs. Her son, David, used to work on the door and would have to stop people from going in because the pub would be full. I was very young, but you could go to the Black Cap and know you were with your family.

I felt like I was raised by the people that went there. It was such an incredible plethora of people.