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“You can call me Max, M’Lud”.

Posted by Big John on July 10, 2008

So ‘The Screws News of the World’ is being sued by the very rich son of a famous fascist (Here’s Daddy!) who likes having his arse spanked by young women dressed in what have been described as ‘nazi’ style uniforms.

Having been on the wrong end of a cane when at school I have to agree with one witness and say that it’s not exactly ‘my cup of tea’, but if the silly old sod enjoys it … So what ?

There have always been ladies prepared to cater for the more kinky members of our society, and in particular ‘toffs’, clerics, Members of Parliament, and of course, the judiciary, so old Max could be ‘on a winner’ here, for some newspaper reports suggest that he has found  “a sympathetic ear” in judge, Sir David Eady, who has listened “poker-faced” to all the details of bleeding bums and sadomasochistic “fantasy” play.

There is no jury in this trial, so it’s all down to that judge, who sits on the bench dressed in   .. silver buckles, black tights, silk sash, long dress and a saucy little wig  … Blimey! Never mind the nazi uniforms, that’s what …

 …   I call a real “fantasy” outfit.   🙄


One Response to ““You can call me Max, M’Lud”.”

  1. I think that what consenting adults do in private is their business and their business alone. The assertion that there is somehow “public interest” in this case is as ludicrous as it is shallow. I hope the News of the World is squeezed until its pips squeak.

    Mosley can presumably afford to sue but plenty of other victims of a predatory press cannot.

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