Several events fed Bridget’s dogged determination to focus her work on feminism, but the real watershed moment was a rather unfortunate trip to Waterstones in Stoke Newington, when a male member of staff failed to direct Bridget to where she could find the works of Mary Wollstonecraft (which they didn’t sell) or Virginia Woolf (who he hadn’t heard of) . After wandering around the shop, Bridget found herself in the gender studies section, in which the man in question had just broken wind.

“It was an apocalyptic fart,” recalled Bridget.

“I was so angry. I went through all the options- he either hates women and feminism and this is what he thinks of it - or he's gone: ‘Which is the least populated section where I can fart?’ - Or he didn't even know he was in the women's section.”

“That was the point that everything fell into space - when like a patchwork quilt it all started to fit together,” she said.

“It was almost a religious epiphany like Jesus had appeared in a this is what a feminist looks like T-shirt. I decided to write about feminism in a way that could be inclusive.”

"I was paralysed with fear to write about feminism" comedian Bridget Christie on overcoming career challenges