The Guardian, November 26 1994
This is like walking down a very long corridor. At the beginning, it is brightly lit, as bold and brash as neon, but the further you penetrate, the dimmer it gets until you reach a point where it is so dark that it is only just possible to see and only just possible to believe what you are seeing.
The Guardian, November 28 1994
Forty years ago, the pornography industry in Britain consisted of a single London dustman. His name was Ron Davey and he stumbled on to a source of easy money when he discovered the Surrey Nudist Club, where a few of the women members were happy to pose for photographs. Mr Davey copied their blanched breasts and carefully folded thighs on an aging Gestetner and managed to sell several hundred...
The Guardian, November 29 1994
In October last year, the Prime Minister, John Major, stood up in front of the Conservative Party Conference and made a solemn public promise to fight pornography. It was one of the headline elements of his plan to go back to basics. He described it as 'a loathsome trade' and he pledged his backing to the police who were dealing with it.
The Melbourne Age, February 11 1995
Some years ago in California, a man calling himself Bill Majors took a young woman with long blonde hair to his house, stripped her, cuffed her hands behind her back, chained her ankles to a mechanical hoist and hauled her up until she hung upside down from the ceiling. "Ask me to hit you," he said.
The Guardian, April 6 1996
It was a dark day in Lewes Crown Court, and the man in the dock looked guilty. He was a shabby little guy, probably in his early 50s, with a balding head and a black leather jacket and he was accused of making threats to kill. While he sat frowning to himself, his own barrister started hanging him out to dry, telling the jury that he understood that they were bound to dislike his client whose...