I know we all loathe and despise this man, but I have been driven to write about him today, because of the almost unbearable tension I experience between the image and the reality, both in the dreadful revelations of how devastating that tension was and is physically for so many people, and also because as a child I felt that tension also emanating uncomfortably from the TV as I watched the gold medallion resting and swinging on his hairy chest.
Of course I watched Jimmy Savile as a kid. I used to sit green-eyed with envy as some lucky kid, unfortunate because of some terrible vulnerability, got their wildest dreams met by this man who seemed able to do absolutely anything, anything at all at the drop of a hat. The smiles of those children spoke to me... that's what it would be like to really get what you dream of.
