In my defence, I was wearing a very narrow floor-length skirt….

Nah, who am I trying to kid? I was pissed.

(That was the same evening, as far as I can figure it, that over a decade later a TIM was still salty about my not wanting to have talked to him that night, which he now realised — thanks to lurking on Spinster — was because I’m an ebul twansphobe.)