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Desert Island Discs, with Dominique Strauss-Kahn

I have a reputation of being a ‘naughty man’.

Some say that playfully rubbing yourself up against your assistant Claudette whilst playing Sex Bomb by Tom Jones (my first choice of record) full blast is filthy, filthy, dirty and wrong. But believe me, women such as Claudette, they love the attention, especially when it is from a man of such considerable charm and status as myself – right up to the point where she hits me over the head with a candelabra and calls security. The little minx.

I’m a party guy – I love to party – but hey, who doesn’t? I once had a very nice party at my home. One moment I was offering the guests nibbles and threatening our Filipino maid with the sack if she dared say anything to my wife, the next I woke up in my hot tub with six members of the French women’s beach volleyball team. Then someone turned the stereo up and we all began doing the rowing dance to my second choice, Oops Upside Your Head, by the Gap Band.

It was at this point my wife entered the room. As she came at me with an erotic figurine I told her that bastard son of a bitch Sarkozy had drugged my Dubonnet with a sex potion. She is a wonderful woman.

While in jail I made a very nice friend called ‘Crossbow’. He has many fine tattoos and offered to lend me his radio. It was on this radio that I recently heard my third choice record, My Ding-a-Ling by Chuck Berry. I have many happy memories of this tune, for I used to play it in my office whenever I interviewed a fresh batch of interns. I do not think they liked Chuck Berry because the girls would pull a face like they were sucking a lemon, as I reclined voluptuously in my kimono. I have tried my very best to understand the opposite sex, but as the saying goes, men are from Mars and women are from Venus. The dirty little tartlets.

For my book I am choosing All The President’s Men. It is the true story of how a short, ugly president will go to any lengths to hang onto power, including burglary, cover-ups and paying African cleaning women to make-up terrible lies about sexy men.

My luxury would have to be a nice radio of my very own. My friends, if I have learned anything over the last few days it is never, ever borrow another man’s radio – especially from one who has not been anywhere near a beach volleyball team in 17 years.