It is very wrong of me, no doubt, but I have been rather enjoying the Berlusconi sex-scandal. Of course, by British standards it is all rather tame, being merely a matter of orgies with scores of nubile young women; we prefer our politicians or prominent people to be flogged by a dominatrix dressed as a concentration camp guard, or as a very minimum to indulge in autoerotic asphyxia. Poor old Silvio seems sadly lacking in imagination.
I must admit that I find it rather difficult (and not altogether pleasant) to imagine him in any kind of sexual activity whatever. Recent photographs of him make him look like something out of Madame Tussaud’s, most likely an escapee from the Chamber of Horrors, with his implanted hair and waxy visage. He could have a new career playing Dracula.