Eton and Oxford educated paedophile Lord Boothby was Parliamentary Private Secretary to Winston Churchill from 1926 to 1929. An advocate of the UK’s entry into the European Community and the subject of This Is Your Life in 1963, this fat, twice married bisexual has been linked to the Elm Guest House scandal, had relationships with such people as the East End cat burglar Leslie Holt and the gangster Ronnie Kray and also appears in photographs with Sir Cliff Richard. Boothby is also connected to the suspected serial killer Dr John Bodkin Adams via his thirty year affair with Harold Macmillan’s wife, Dorothy. Lady Macmillan’s brother, the 19th Duke of Devonshire, “died suddenly” in the doctor’s presence. A vile monster and lover of “masochistic sex with rent boys”, Lord Boothby met Hitler in 1932 and later commented: “I detected the unmistakable glint of madness in his eyes”. The remark might have better been used to describe his very own person.
a very nasty piece of work
His picture reminds me of the famous phrase by Camus :”Après un certain âge tout homme est responsable de son visage.” George Orwell said something similar – At the age of fifty a man has the face he deserves.
Very interesting – thank you. I used to live in a flat in Cadogan Square – Reggie Kray had inscribed his name in the woodwork of the lift.
Boothby lived at the Victoria end of Eaton Square at 1 Eaton Square.
John Pearson – the biographer – is the most amusing of men
He is the leading expert in this field; well worth cultivating and researching
He is quite wonderful……..
I think I knew his daughter in law Georgiana who is the daughter of a family friend ,Greek born Lady Russell, the latter was a friend of my grandmother.
What a disgrace, for his rank , his family and the establishment he represented. And he looks creepy and dirty old man .
Poor girl. Anyone who is forced to admit to being related to this pig needs all the help they can get.
“I detected the unmistakable glint of madness in his eyes”. The remark might have better been used to describe his very own person.
What a cheap shot. And some of these comments from Socialist Worker cockroaches who scuttle out from their dark corners, cough up phlegm, and scuttle back again says more about the Left-collective than anything else.