The spirit of Mary Whitehouse is alive and well

I love this story about the nude sunbather who got dragged into court by her prudish neighbour. I'm amused by the idea that when confronted by a fellow human being in their birthday suit, there are people who experience such revulsion that they feel the need to rush off, grab the camcorder and start filming (stopping - one assumes - only long enough to remove the video evidence of their BDSM sessions with the milkman). One has to wonder why she didn't just shut the blinds.