Jack a thirty-five year old man who is a drag queen at night was sorting through all his clothes when he picked up a blue crushed-velvet dress. A little shy of soft, the smell of the dress bought back memories of a great evening a few years ago.

A club where Jack performed on a Friday night had a best-dressed drag queen competition complete with sing-off.

Taking over two-hours to get ready, Jack slipped on the crushed-velvet dress. Being slimmer and fitter then, the dress conformed tightly to his body. Wig, heels which were a pair of black knee-high boots, Jack left his house for the club, Babbingtons.

On arrival at the club, getting lacivious looks from the punters, Jack registered for the competition.

A couple of guys in their late twenties, each bought Jack a drink. During the second drink, the competition started.

Jack wandered onto the small stage, with click-clacking heels as he shimmied up onto the stage and was introduced as Jacqui Juggs. Jacqui paraded around the stage with the other queens. Each one was scored by the judges on their looks and appearance.

Next, the second part of the competition started. The dreaded sing-off including dancing. Jacqui's voice was strong but soulful and her fitness proved fruitful as she danced and sang energetically around the stage beating each of the six competitors she faced.

The competition finished with Jacqui and her blue-velvet-crushed dress taking home the trophy and the five-hundred pounds prize money.

One lip-locked Jacqui and the guy she had pulled left the club and headed home, happy.