At 4.42pm on July 4, 2019, Alan Rusbridger, Principal of Lady Margaret Hall at Oxford University and, formerly, the achingly liberal editor of The Guardian newspaper, sent a confidential email. Its tone could be described as gushing, sycophantic even.
‘Dear Max, Firstly, thanks so much for a really lovely supper. Delicious food, fascinating talk,’ he began.
The Max in question was Max Mosley, the multimillionaire motorsport tycoon, unrepentant former neo-fascist, indulger with prostitutes in prison-themed orgies and obsessive campaigner for state press regulation.
Mr Rusbridger wanted something from Mr Mosley: Money. Lots of money, to fund a project at ‘not rich’ (by the
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