Perhaps he can tell us why it is more ridiculous for Ruth Davison, a copyright clerk, to blow pounds 1,000 on tickets to see Streisand than it is for similar amounts to be spent by a lawyer, for instance, to hear Placido Domingo, or a factory worker to follow his football team around Europe. Could it be that the idea of a woman fanatically supporting (heaven forbid) another woman, is just a mite threatening?
David Lister nails his colours firmly to the mast when he suggests Streisand 'made a fool of herself' by sending flowers to Andre Agassi at Wimbledon last year. I can picture that situation in reverse. Imagine Al Pacino showering Gabriela Sabatini with roses. It would elicit a rather more empathetic description from David Lister; for some reason, phrases like 'good ole boy' spring to mind.