The only WOMAN in the room
The first time I travelled abroad to cover a football match, my fellow journalists, all men, hid my coat in the toilets and teased me constantly, believing that by doing so they were magnanimously including me in their banter.
On another trip, a different group of colleagues, upon seeing me already at the restaurant they had picked, turned on their heels and left. I was told, later, having a woman in their midst cramped their style. I was a reminder of the wives and girlfriends
