It's funny how things can become 'normal' when you are exposed to them often enough. I look back at episodes in my life that I took in my stride but would, I suspect, be much viewed much differently these days.
When I worked on the Holiday camp (mid 1980's) there was a lad there called Mark. He was a 23-year old ex-Para (which made for interesting conversations with the two lads from the Bogside who worked behind the Bar. They could discuss various riots they had been at - on opposite sides). Mark was a 'ladies man' who revelled in his rep as a silver-tongued Cockney wide-boy (Well he was from Essex).
Anyways I was in Mark's chalet one day having a smoke and asked him where the ashtray was. He said 'Under the bed'. As the glass ashtray slid out, a sheet of A4 paper came out with it. He clocked what it was and made a grab for it, but too late. It had 37 girls names on it, with dates and (somewhat more disturbingly) their ages. He also had a little system of marks which denoted what he had done with them. 37 names, maybe 13/14 weeks into the season. I recognised more than a few as being amongst the most sought after girls on the Staff (all 18+ including some in their late 20's... mostly staff, one or two performers ) but more than a dozen were punters aged 16.
I asked what was the craic with the dates and he replied that he kept a record 'In case I get a dose so I can trace it back'.
'What about the ages?' I asked, unconvinced.
'I just like to know'
'How do you know they're actually 16?' he laughed and replied that he just asked them - and confirmed it with their family, whether that was siblings or their parents. Obviously he never asked 'Is it OK if I shag yer daughter?' but his position as a holiday host (Bluecoat) meant he spoke with lots of families every day and his enquiries about ther various ages would seem innocent enough. He said he had a strict rule that he never shagged anyone under 16 but openly admitted that his 'policy' was more to do with self-preservation than morals.
My jaw was kind of on the floor by this stage but I persevered with the next question... "What about these six (one was 17 I think, the rest 16-yr olds) with the circled 'V' beside them?' He cheerily agreed these were all virgins - or at least claimed to be.
I was more than a bit wtf about all this but he saw nothing wrong with it - at all. He said that his family had always gone to Pontins/Butlins as kids, that his sisters and loads of their mates had all 'popped their cherry', often with Bluecoats/Redcoats, on holiday camps, usually on what would be their last family holiday before they were old enough to go away with their mates. He reckoned he - and everyone else he went with/met over the years saw it as a rite of passage. He twigged early on as a teenager that he and his mates were only getting what was left after the Holiday Hosts had had their pick (or 'sloppy seconds' as he charmingly put it) so he had vowed that one day he would be the one getting to choose. Hence his new career.
'Look mate. They've come here for cock. End of. And I'm the man to give it to 'em.' His attitude was he was somehow doing them a favour. That they were determined to get shagged anyway and it might as well be with someone who knew 'what the fuck they were doing'. And anyway their ambition was to lose their virginity to a Bluecoat and who was he to deny them. He was also adamant and proud that he 'always wore Johnnies'. Again I suspect that this was more to do with self-preservation than concern for the girls but in his model of the world he was doing nothing wrong. In fact, he would not even concede it was all a bit iffy. Anybody who objected was 'just jealous'.
I pointed out that I wasn't jealous and that he was surrounded by loads of girls 18+ who were on their own (season-long) voyage of sexual discovery and there was no shortage of single Mums (The Gingerbread Club had a block booking on a whole row of Chalets) who were looking for drink and sex. Why could he not shag them? He said he shagged them as well, but he simply 'liked them young... and innocent'. 'Popping Cherries' was a perk of the job as far as he was concerned and had been for generations. He said I should be at it myself. I replied that maybe if I was 18 I would be. But I wasn't 18. I was 22 and that was too old to be chasing 16-yr olds, especially when there was so much sex, freely available with girls more my own age.
He also pointed out that his boss was doing the same thing to (or in their model of the world 'for') lots of young boys. Again it was seen as a perk of the job.
What the previous Season's lifeguard had done (shagging a 15-yr old all week then 'flipping her over and doing her up the gary' on the last night was IHO 'bang out of order and the cunt deserved what he got cos he was taking the piss'. Story was the 19-yr old in question was arrested and walked the length of the Staff chalets in handcuffs and tears.
I could write a book about the sexual/interpersonal shenanigans in my two seasons there. Maybe one day I will.
I dunno what the point of this post is really. Maybe it's if he (as a small-scale 'Pop-star' with the sexual morals of an tomcat) could get his head around not shagging underage girls, maybe genuine Rock Stars should not find it that difficult. Or maybe he just didn't think he'd get away with it?
That last bit is maybe a little unkind - as in he had drawn his line and would not cross it.
I lost touch with him afterwards but he did get back in touch in the early 2000's - when Friends Reunited was a thing. He was 'birded up for years' (ironically enough with a woman well older than him) and all that was 'ancient history'. He didn't even play the field these days.