I read an interesting article in the monthly about the old Rolf
http://www.themonthly.com.au/issue/2014/july/1404178677/peter-conrad/inside-strange-world-rolf-harri...
A couple of snippets from linked article
A subsequent episode in Rolf’s autobiography, which he may now regret having made public, deals with transgressive impulses that the law warns us all to control. Bathing Bindi in their New York hotel, after having photographed Alwen as she breastfed the child, Rolf marvels at the “minute size of everything”, and lets his eyes travel from Bindi’s neck to her “delicate shoulders” and smooth tummy. Then he nears a border zone, trespasses across it, and backtracks: “I reached her genitals and skipped that part. My brain was saying, ‘Don’t be ridiculous. Why are you so uptight about nudity?’ I couldn’t help it.” The taboo is artificial, but all the same necessary; those who defile innocence may do so because they envy it and want to share in it.
The Rolf Harris Show featured a chorus line of girls in micro-miniskirts and hotpants, and was nicknamed The Twinkling Crotch Show. Backstage, the shy host says, he “tried not to watch – or be seen watching” the cavalcade of semi-clad young women. Throughout one season he flamboyantly flirted with “a tall, leggy brunette called Glor, short for Gloria”, who finally chastened him when they were sitting with some colleagues in a hotel lounge. After listening to a bout of his amorous drollery, she reached across, “unzipped my fly, put her hand into my underpants, took a firm grip of my old fella and flipped it out for all to see”. What, she asked, did he intend to do about his supposed infatuation (which apparently hadn’t extended to that flipped, floppy member)? Rolf turned “seven consecutive shades of red”, just as he flushed scarlet when his mother slapped him; then, in an image that begs for psychoanalytical exegesis, he wished he could “dissolve into a grease spot and soak into the carpet”. Gloria suffered no further harassment.
