Now this revelation might not come as much of a surprise to most, I'm quite sure Brad is delighted, but trust me I was quite shocked this morning when I realised.

It began when I decided I'd play a bit of music while baking - oh it just gets worse! - so on goes the 'puter, on goes the stereo, clicky clicky on iToons (it does actually say iToons because I renamed it!) and then I have to think about what to play.

I don't want to play my main playlist as for some reason it has an issue with Prince. It's not that it won't play any Prince songs, but that it likes to play them... often.. and they are only in there once ... each!

So I try to think what I want to listen. I know I don't want Dolly Parton - I did tell you it got worse! - as we had that on during dinner yesterday. Inspiration comes so I start typing...

B.... A.... R....

'There she is' I think and I click play. Turning the stereo all the way up Barbara Gaskin and It's My Party fill the house and I begin dancing around the kitchen like I did at the village hall discos when this was in the charts.

Now this isn't very gay you're thinking, just very twatish and that maybe I'm trying to recapture my youth by listening to 80's music... well you'd be right on both accounts! I'm going to be 35 this year and I don't want to be!(1)

So the next song comes on...

Barbara Streisand and Don't Rain on my Parade. 'Oh well!" I think, 'its only one!'

I forget that I've entered BAR into the search bar so it will only play songs with BAR in their in one way or another.

What follows is five or six Barbara Streisand songs, some Barry White, Barry Manilow, Beach Boys and then the Bee Gee's.

You're thinking well that's not very gay aren't you... well some of you.. mostly the ladies among the viewers...

The problems arose when I turned it off. I realised I'd actually sang along to every single song. I knew all the words! I also danced. I danced as I baked bread.

I stood still, my hand hovering over the mouse, shaking. I knew I had to look at my own playlist. 'How many camp classics would be in there?' I wondered.

I wish I'd never looked.

The Creeps by Camille Jones. Not bad, not camp but sadly not the only song in there. What followed was an explosion of camp classics enough to make any Pride festival go with a swing! And again, I knew all the words.

This made me think about other aspects of my life and frankly I'm quite disturbed by myself and have to wonder what Brad ever saw in me. I always knew I was a homosexual. That was never an issue. I know how to "turn on" the camp side of me if I need it and it comes in very useful at times!(2) I just never realised it was already part of who I am! I feel like I should start wearing a lot more make-up!

I know I have hissy-fits now and again and a strong liking for musicals but doesn't every strapping bloke do the same?

Come on guys, help me here! Right time for a coffee and to see if the bread is ready. I could really do with a manicure!

(1)If you're already 35 or older don't start lecturing me as I won't care - this is all about me! Me me me! As most things in life are, you just don't know it yet!

(2)When you've got a 6ft9in wide hairy munter coming on to you for a quick shag who then says he hates queens and fags! - "Oh sweetie really? That's a shame!