Why Max Clifford crept up behind me and messed around on camera

Max Clifford was bored. Max wanted to amuse himself. Max wanted to show he could still do what he wanted.

These are, I believe, the real reasons why he crept up behind me and messed around on camera - imitating, gesticulating and ultimately insulting his victims.

It was in April 2014, midway through a long trial.

In the cold light of day, within the drab confines of Southwark Crown Court, legal teams were dissecting his whole backstory - his professional prowess as a self-styled 'PR guru', his love life, the size of his manhood, his seedy encounters and the many many power games he had played with young women over the years.

The moment outside court wasn't live on air and therefore we sat on the footage until the end of the trial.

After careful consideration my editor and I concluded it had to be broadcast - she agreed it was the clearest evidence of Clifford's disregard for the appalling list of charges he faced.

Neither was it a one off. There were other moments inside the court building during the trial where he clearly got a kick out of making suggestive comments to female journalists covering the case with me.

In sentencing Clifford to eight years the judge, Anthony Leonard QC, made it quite clear that he'd seen the footage and how unimpressed he was.

It may even have added to his sentence, something that gives me no satisfaction. It was simply the right thing to do.

News of his death, three and a half years into his sentence - and therefore possibly not far from a parole date - will be devastating for his daughter Louise, his friends and colleagues.

I do feel sympathy for them, but I also think of the women whose lives were tormented by their encounters with Max Clifford the sexual predator.

Those women found justice in 2014. The collective strength of their evidence convicted somebody who thought he was untouchable.

Someone who thought he could do anything.

Ultimately that is how many people will remember him.