Back in 1993 I interviewed Rolf Harris at the Glastonbury festival.
He had just performed a storming set on the Pyramid stage and signed autographs for fans at the side gate.
I felt lucky to have the opportunity to interview one of my childhood heroes.
Rolf answered my questions, telling me how much he enjoyed the experience.
Afterwards I told friends how weird it felt to have him staring at my chest the entire time.
It was a hot summer day and I wore a vest with a crochet top over it.
“Nice shirt,” he said at the end of the interview.
He’d obviously enjoyed looking at my 22-year-old boobs.
I felt disappointed but thought he’s a man, that’s how some men are.
Since his conviction other journalists have told how he touched them inappropriately.
Now I feel fortunate for nothing more than a look and sleazy comment.
Picture above from Glastonbury 2010 by DG Jones licensed by Creative Commons on Flickr.