A degree in microbiology and chemistry was scant preparation for
Victoria Scott’s first job as a bouncer at a gay disco.
In the days when such things were illegal, her role was to distinguish
bona fide gays from policemen and other intruders.
’Cops were easy to spot as they were so gauche,’ Scott says. ’But I once
had a problem with three Japanese tourists. I left our head waiter, who
was as camp as Julian Clary, to determine their sexual persuasion with a
robust physical enquiry. They fled in terror.
’After a bout of cash shortages, which came out of my pay, I marked some
notes and traced them to the owner’s brother. I was sacked for my