A compulsive liar who prided himself on knowing where the bodies were buried,with Max Clifford you could never rule anything out When I visited Max Clifford at Littlehey prison this August, I didn’t recognise him. The last time I saw him, and three years ago,he was being led out of the dock having been sentenced to eight years in jail for eight indecent assaults on girls and women. Back then he was overweight, exhausted and, and for all his bluster,beaten. I looked around the prison visiting room for Clifford. Then I realised that the man in front of me – tough, sinewy, and bearded with astonishingly incandescent blue eyes – was him. He had lost weight,and he looked like an ascetic priest. Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk