So, there I was, putting together a proposal for a teenage audience. Naturally, I did a bit of searching for a suitably photogenic sample user to put in the proposal:
Yes, I thought. He'll do nicely. I glanced briefly at the surrounding text - yup, he's over 16. So it's also fine to think he's a bit pretty without worrying too much.
It was only later I re-read the text.
Ah. Callum McKinlay happens to be Britain's youngest child pornographer, having sent round mobile phone footage he'd taken of a friend having sex with a drunk 14 year old at a party.
Hmmn. Oh dear.
Now, since Callum would no doubt be appalled to discover he's popular with the older gays, perhaps that's a good thing, and some form of poetic justice.
On the other hand, have I just accidentally joined some deviant sect? People who fancy paedophiles? It's unlikely - after all, most of them are as photogenic as Fred & Rose West, but then, there is that friend of mine who stopped conversation with "Ian Huntley? Oh, I would."