Former Sunday Express journalist Graham Lord writes about his experience of working under legendary editor John Junor after joining the title straight out of university in the early 1960s:

Despite my lowly position on the paper, my wife Jane and I were invited regularly to join JJ and his cronies on his sailing boat, which he kept in the Hamble River, and to spend weekends with his wife, Pam, and family at his house near Dorking, Wellpools Farm, where he would ply me with fat, late-night glasses of calvados until I could hardly keep my eyes open. It was not until several weeks later that I discovered the reason: Jane told me that she couldn’t stand those weekends any more because JJ would grope her at every opportunity and had once chased her along a corridor. The endless huge glasses of calvados had been the old goat’s attempt to knock me out so that he could ravish my wife. We never accepted another invitation to stay.

I think JJ propositioned the wives of almost every member of his staff. During one Sunday Express cricket match against his Surrey village, Charlwood, on a blazing summer day, the very good-looking wife of one of our sports writers was foolish enough to remark how hot it was. Junor pounced. He kept insisting that she should go with him to Wellpools for a cold shower, and he was so persistent that eventually she agreed. As she stepped out of the shower she saw him standing in the doorway wearing nothing but underpants and a leer. “Oh, John!” she said. “We’ve been such good friends for so long, let’s not spoil it.” He crept red-faced out of the room and she escaped unsullied.