Why Max Clifford crept up behind me and messed around on camera

Max Clifford was bored.In the cold light of day, within the drab confines of Southwark Crown Court, legal teams were dissecting his whole backstory - his professional prowess as a self-styled 'PR guru', his love life, the size of his manhood, his seedy encounters and the many many power games he had played with young women over the years.After careful consideration my editor and I concluded it had to be broadcast - she agreed it was the clearest evidence of Clifford's disregard for the appalling