Navan "Battle of the Sexes" 

There was always a pale, thin man who followed Her. He would sit across the room, nurse a Pimms and stare at her. Once I asked him what he was up to. He slipped a tattered envelope out of his pocket and passed it to me. Inside was an invitation to a party She had thrown many years ago. "Was it any good?" I asked. His head lolled and his eyes lost focus as if he was falling into a trance. Suddenly he reached out a sweaty hand across the bar and stared hard with the intensity of Arizona noon, and in a faint whisper, "It was incredible."