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Celebrity Tory MP Alan Clark on his enthusiasm for sexual predation

From the edited collection of Alan Clark’s diaries, pg 361:

Another thing that irritates me is that they are all men. Why no birds? I know that the atmosphere at Saltwood, creepy passages and little chambers and casement windows, can have a mildly aphrodisiac effect on female visitors. Once I’ve separated the girl from her group she gets alarmed, which is fun. They breathe faster, talk nineteen to the dozen, keep changing the subject. (I fear that if I’d come from ‘an underprivileged background’ I’d probably by now have done time for GBH, or assault, or even what Nanny calls the other.)

The line “she gets alarmed, which is fun” has disturbed me more and more, on each occasion I read this. I put ‘sexual harassment’ on the initial version of the post, partly out of a vague fear of being libellous, but it didn’t capture the reality of what he’s describing here. Here he is in the castle he’s describing in the diary:

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