Max Mosely and the ‘Nazi’ connection
So, Max Mosely is in the papers again. Everyone’s giving him a hard time just because he likes to have sex with prostitutes, something that I think nearly everyone has done, whether they like to admit it or not. I went to a party held by someone close to old Max a month or two ago, shortly after his hobby became public knowledge, and everyone was in agreement that the newspapers should just drop the story and focus on more important matters. The opinions I found particularly interesting were those of the girls whom our host had hired to provide sexual services for his guests, and they practically mirrored Mosely’s own remarks – one young lady, who we shall call Augustia, said something along the lines of “I’m prepared to do pretty much anything if the price is right, and here the price is superbly appropriate.” Augustia’s prices were indeed appropriate to her level of skill, and the things she is capable of are truly astounding, as I’m sure every one of the guests would agree (including the women).
As Max said, “It’s a perfectly harmless activity provided it’s between consenting adults in private and nobody knows about it.”
Toodle pip!
Simon
Bridgend Suicides and Sex Club
A bit of a short post today as I got a bit fucked up with some ad guys from a certain $25bn search engine last night. They insisted we go to a strip club, which I hate, and 30 of us found ourselves in a private room with six asian girls and a couple of Dutch 16-year-old twins. The Google (oops, search engine) guys paid them two grand each to do some pretty rude stuff on each other with step-ladders and a funnel full of custard. When the twins brought a paddling pool in I gave them a tip, took my passport back and left. Quite a good night, though I do feel sorry for those girls having to do so much cool stuff to each other just to earn in a week what I earn in a day.
Yesterday a girl hanged herself off a tree in Bridgend, the 17th person under 27 to do so in the last year. The media seem to be very selective about the facts they present in their reportage of this phenomenon. Let’s see how the Telegraph spun it – ‘Despite insisting that the deaths are not directly connected, authorities are no closer to explaining why so many young people have chosen to end their lives by hanging’. Typical right-wing nonsense from the Smellygraph, to be expected really.
The Guardian probes a lot deeper with ‘Last week, two cousins died within two days of each other and five people aged between 15 and 20 have died in the area this year.’, but I have a better explanation, and indeed a solution. A quick check of my sources (always private) reveals that Bridgend is home to two bands, Bullet for my Valentine and Funeral for a Friend. I think it goes without saying that these bands encourage suicide so explicitly that they should be banned outright and the people responsible for them should be imprisoned. When will the Tories realise that it’s not people that are at fault, it’s the musicians who make people. I’ll not even mention the fact that the music these guys make is probably really shit. I just had a chat with a BBC researcher who is working on a special report on this Bridgend issue, and she informs me that no one has ever killed themselves after listening to Hot Chip. I rest my case.
