I remember the triumph I felt, sitting in the dark in the dented 2CV, hearing the first joke they used and punching the air with joy. And then listening as my name on the credits was given as George. Of course it was. I was the only woman in the room. But that would change, wouldn’t it? No. It wouldn’t. It was twenty-five years later (and in a different country) when I finally got to write with other women.
