A colleague tells me that after a lunch meeting at which this cheeky tech hack had ordered "ver lott" with extra trimmings and guzzled an extraordinary volume of German wine, his straight-laced Amercian client was given a bit of a shock. The hack produced a selection of soft-porn which he claimed were shots of his girlfriend. Cackling with glee the hack showed the client the entire tastefully shot album, and then burbled off to the loo.
The PR returned to the office ashen-faced to recount the sorry tale only to learn from a colleague that he'd got off lightly - last time he'd been similarly entertained the hack made a case to a client that he should furnish him with the funds for a call girl... hopefully one that provided receipts. What a bad hack!