My old friend Max Moseley has been continuing in his noble quest to prove that he is not a Nazi but rather just a pervert. One can only but wish him well. It really was most unfair of the News of the World to brand him a Nazi just because of one little sado-masochistic orgy with 5 leather-clad, German-speaking dominatrices. Frankly, one suspects that the newspaper branded Max a Nazi just because his parents were, well, Nazis. Luckily Max is as brave as Sir Oswald and Lady Diana in speaking up for what he believes in and, thanks to him, I predict that Britain will soon, once again, be a country in which a man of modest means will be free to have his head inspected for lice before being soundly caned by five prostitutes with the assurance that none of them will video the act and sell it to the papers.
On an unrelated topic, I have a another suggestion in my ongoing series of creative methods of coping with the credit crunch - learn German. It is a romantic language and, if you are female, preferably tall, blond and possessing child-bearing hips and a strong stomach, then there is good money to be made doing favours for respectable gentlemen. You even get to keep the leather jacket and cane!
On another unrelated topic, isn't it about time that small mustaches made a comeback?
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