So while we're all waiting to see how Max Mosely's libel case pans out, here's a question I've been dying to ask; What's your father-career-related BDSM roleplaying fantasy? Mine would probably involve being bent over and tied a pallet of processed peas up in the back of a Co-Op lorry while four prostitutes in blue aprons paraded around with their jubblies out, taking it in turns to thrash my bare arse with own-brand spaghetti, and then lick and slap Green Shield Stamps on my naked body. And then cry "Spillage in the cat food aisle!" as I shuddered to climax.
(PS: As I was writing this, and apropos of nothing, my own Mam rang up and pointed out an advert in the job section of the local free paper for cast members in adult movies, suggesting I have a go. What the fuck?)