Jim'll Fix You
What about that Jimmy Savile then? Who would have thought that creepy, bizarre-looking man would be a some kind of pervert? I was shocked - if only by the fact that he was heterosexual. I took all the leching over girls on TOTP to be mere bluff, but it seems I was wrong.
Truth to tell, I can't call myself disillusioned. Rather, it seems to me that a well-known grotesque has just become significantly grotesquer. In other people's minds he seems to have undergone a remarkably rapid transformation from track-suited saint to gibbering fiend creeping through hospital corridors. They've taken away his headstone and even changed his name (I'm convinced it used to have two l's). Soon they'll be disinterring his body and using it for landfill. If he's really dead, that is, and not an immortal monster. From the coverage, it's beginning to look that way.
A CESSPIT, blares the Daily Mail. They are talking about the BBC, which covered up Savile's evil - they suggest that Leveson should look into it ('but don't hold your breath', they add - bad advice, surely, when it's a cesspit you're investigating). Apparently, it wasn't just Savile - you could hardly open a door in Broadcasting House without uncovering a DJ slavering over a terrified schoolgirl. If that was the BBC, imagine what ITV must have been like! No wonder my parents didn't encourage me to watch it as a child.
It's hard to listen to Radio 2 these days without being assailed by images of what Ken Bruce might be doing to Sally Traffic. Such is the hysteria that has erupted over this subject that it's difficult to prevent being sucked into it myself, and ringing Jeremy Vine's show to relate my recently recovered memories of an extended sex ordeal at the hands - and not just the hands - of Simon Bates. What's to stop me? Only the fact that Bates is still alive, and may contradict my story.
Of course it's terrible, all this abuse, but it's worth remembering that it was a different world in the 70's. Perving over schoolgirls wasn't called 'paedophilia' then, it was called 'male heterosexuality'. Except it wasn't called that because they didn't bother to define it. They just got on with it, and anyone who objected was burned as a witch. (As I remember.)
I'm reserving judgement till the film comes out. Let's hope it will be ready in time for next year's Frightfest.
Truth to tell, I can't call myself disillusioned. Rather, it seems to me that a well-known grotesque has just become significantly grotesquer. In other people's minds he seems to have undergone a remarkably rapid transformation from track-suited saint to gibbering fiend creeping through hospital corridors. They've taken away his headstone and even changed his name (I'm convinced it used to have two l's). Soon they'll be disinterring his body and using it for landfill. If he's really dead, that is, and not an immortal monster. From the coverage, it's beginning to look that way.
A CESSPIT, blares the Daily Mail. They are talking about the BBC, which covered up Savile's evil - they suggest that Leveson should look into it ('but don't hold your breath', they add - bad advice, surely, when it's a cesspit you're investigating). Apparently, it wasn't just Savile - you could hardly open a door in Broadcasting House without uncovering a DJ slavering over a terrified schoolgirl. If that was the BBC, imagine what ITV must have been like! No wonder my parents didn't encourage me to watch it as a child.
It's hard to listen to Radio 2 these days without being assailed by images of what Ken Bruce might be doing to Sally Traffic. Such is the hysteria that has erupted over this subject that it's difficult to prevent being sucked into it myself, and ringing Jeremy Vine's show to relate my recently recovered memories of an extended sex ordeal at the hands - and not just the hands - of Simon Bates. What's to stop me? Only the fact that Bates is still alive, and may contradict my story.
Of course it's terrible, all this abuse, but it's worth remembering that it was a different world in the 70's. Perving over schoolgirls wasn't called 'paedophilia' then, it was called 'male heterosexuality'. Except it wasn't called that because they didn't bother to define it. They just got on with it, and anyone who objected was burned as a witch. (As I remember.)
I'm reserving judgement till the film comes out. Let's hope it will be ready in time for next year's Frightfest.
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