A couple of years ago, I was out in the early hours of the morning after I'd MCed a conference. I'm not often out on a week night at 2am and I've never been out at 2am stone cold sober, but I'd been working so I had my wits about me.
I was with a group of people and we took to the dance floor and a good time began to be had by all. However, I noticed a number of men standing on the edges of the room, nursing drinks and watching women.
Their eyes would follow any young woman who broke away from her circle of friends and would track her progress through the room - to the bar or to the loo, or to join another group. It was quite chilling.
They looked for all the world like the lions I'd seen on safari. The lions would stake out a herd of zebra - camouflaged, completely alert and waiting for an opportunity to grab those foolish enough to stray.
It was then I understood the mantra my daughter and her friends would repeat before they went out on the town - "watch yourself; watch your mates", they'd chant before going into the night: beautiful and bold and unafraid.