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February 02, 2007

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Alex

In David Niven's unreliable memoir, he quotes a hooker of his acquaintance as describing a pre-war Australian newspaper proprietor visiting London and paying a number of women to put feathers in their backsides, and circle around him pecking the floor, which apparently got him off without further intervention.

I have always assumed that this was Sir Keith Murdoch.

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