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really, this is getting silly.


I gather Cyril Smith has joined the club amidst an allegation that he "that the former MP smacked [someone] and stroked [their] buttocks."


Blimey, our PE teacher did that to us every week as we went into the showers. It took me about twenty years to realise that he probably got a dubious frisson from it, but I can hardly describe myself or anyone I know as damaged by the experience, I certainly won't drag Mr name removed of 12 address removed's name through the mud on some bandwagon jumping whim.


It's a funny old world

Like EP, When I was young there were teachers and scoutmasters etc that everyone* knew to avoid or not be alone with, and even the parents and i suspect other teachers were sort of in on it 'be careful of mr x' and we all* did and it wasn't in that sense an issue. Funnily enough alot of the irish gutys i work with say it was the same with Priests in that everyone knew who the dodgy ones were...so it was all sort of ignored


*of course this was for the majority who had stable families, were in the normal range of popularity etc this was sort of fine and dandy. For the unpopular, handiccaped, those not in table families, basically the vunerable this was of course not a workable approach as time has sadly revealed

Woodrot's point is a good one.


In 1977, more than 20 million people tuned-in to watch the hilarious exploits of a 55 year-old man goggling and groping teenagers, sometimes receiving a slap for his unwanted attentions, sometimes getting lucky. 20m was nearly 3/4 of the adult population - though of course this was a family show, so..


If this sort of stuff was permissible on-screen, what would have been permissible, or turn-a-blind-eyable - off it?


Half the 1970's is now closer to WW2 than it is to the current date - and yet for some reason anything after 1950 seems to be regarded in a modern, present-dayish sort of way.

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