I didn't plan to celebrate my 500th blog post on April Fool's Day, but that's how it turns out. Neither did I know that the post would refer to a Comment is Free article comparing the leisure pursuits of motor-racing supremo Max Mosley with those of overenthusiastic Star Wars fans, but that seems strangely appropriate as well."The story in Sunday's News of the World, alleging that formula one boss Max Mosley indulged in a concentration-camp-themed orgy with five (count 'em!) ladies of questionable virtue, sounds like a glorious return to the good old days of kinky vicars, wife-swapping parties and overly sensitive reporters making their excuses and leaving. Mosley is offering no comment, but one suspects that only some spectacular explaining will save him.
What exactly has he done wrong, then? Pretending to be a Nazi is not actually illegal in Britain, although it's usually regarded as being in pretty poor taste. David Bowie was castigated for flirting with Hitlerian concepts and imagery; few saw the funny side when Richard Desmond and Prince Harry played the Nazi shtick for laughs. But none of them lost their jobs."
Und so weiter...
9 comments:
But the Pokemons did...
clearly an april fool's joke.
right?
no one has sexual appetites THAT shocking.
right?
I loved the fact he had a cup of tea afterwards. Nothing like a bit of hardcore S&M to put you in the mood for a brew.
Happy 500th!
That's far weirder than the Mosley video, Jun. In fact, it's rather disturbing.
Your experience of the English upper classes is clearly minimal, Amy. Max's predilections are pretty vanilla.
Oh, it was probably tea made from the blood of undesirables, Billy.
Thank you, Rimshot. Happy Wednesday. Although it's probably still Tuesday where you are.
I suppose it's only funny if Mel Brooks does it.
Voyage of the Damned was one of those films that was always on BBC2 late on a Saturday night. In a double-bill with another movie in which Dirk Bogarde takes himself very seriously. Those were the days.
Nazi themed sex romps? Next thing you know he'll be begging the stern headmaster not to use the cane. From there its a downhill slide to the ol' 'governess in a corset and the recalcitrant schoolboy' scenario.
But Mosley's dancing is lousy, Dick.
Always Death in Venice, Wyndham.
You understand the British so well, FN.
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