How would you feel about having the most intimate and dramatic moments of your life put on stage? Would audiences think that this partly fictionalised account was all true? With that weighing heavy on my head and heart, I went to see the opening night of the play Bloody Difficult Women, whose title referred to Theresa May and myself. It was the oddest mix of emotions. The apprehension I felt was almost akin to awaiting a supreme court verdict.
The play was not what I was expecting, and makes the point that May and I have certain things in common. We are both details people, we work hard, our lives have been shaped by difficult experiences, and we have had to make our way in male-dominated worlds: for me, the City and activism; for her, politics.
