If this is Tuesday, you must be James

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31st July, 2004

There was a younger man on my first flight who stared at me straight in the eyes and smiled. It seemed to me an acknowledgement that he was a man and I was a woman; the kind of thing that doesn't happen in New Zealand, at least not to me any more. If indeed it ever did happen quite so openly. So this time, even if the only man who tried to pinch my bum looked a bit of a bum himself, I had been stared at frankly by a handsome young man. A frisson of joy." It is a frisson that never fades for women: I can remember setting off for a reading from a Paris hotel, glittering with nerves, and being ...

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