She doesn’t think the protest will really happen. There is something so impossible-seeming about disrupting a live television broadcast, and one with the word ‘World’ in it. Marching in the streets, yes. Going out on strike, yes. Invading a public space, or not doing something you were expected to do: Vee sees no reason why the fight should not take place on these battlegrounds. But there was something so audacious about this idea that she could barely believe it would happen. When Leonie had first told her about it, Vee had thought she was joking. They were at the opening of an exhibition of artwork made by a collective of women protesting against the Vietnam War. Vee was photographing the art, the artists, and the lighting in the gallery was a nightmare so she hadn’t really paid attention to what Leonie was saying. The details had arrived in the post a week later, and Vee had copied them into her diary, but she still hadn’t quite believed it. She had imagined it would be like those schoolgirl schemes, the ones where everyone is definitely going to stand up and walk out the next time they are given extra homework, or everyone was without question going to refuse to come to school the day after Amanda Johnson got the slipper for forgetting her PE kit three weeks running, when everyone knew she only did that because her mother didn’t believe in bras and she was more afraid of the boys’ laughter than she was of the teacher’s ire.

And then it begins.

And she’s part of it.

She is so angry when she hears what Bob Hope says at the beginning of his turn on stage – ‘It’s like a cattle market back there, I’ve been backstage checking out some calves’ – that when the football rattle goes off, it feels like immediate and glorious justice to be on her feet, bellowing at the wrongness of it, and she wishes she had brought more than her camera. And then Leonie gives her a flour bomb, and she hurls it, joining in the chant of ‘We’re not beautiful! We’re not ugly! We are angry!’ For once, she is in the thick of it, and there is nowhere else in the world she would rather be. The air is full of fury and flour, shouting and screams; the security guards and police are there soon, but not soon enough. This is action. This is real. Vee and Leonie are part of a movement that is changing the world.