Durban’s tikka wind twirled litter off the pavement as three of us arrived at a friend’s wishbone flat to flesh it out with gifts of Cabernet and cushions. After the third bottle was opened, we began to discuss men. Selfish men. Funny men. Men with spreading hips. Wally men. Swimming men. Men who smell from the mouth. And as the wine flowed, the issue of men and their penises came up.