One of the UK’s great eccentrics, Sir Jimmy Savile, pop guru, one time boxer, friend of Louis Theroux, clunk-click-every-trip, this-is-the-age-of-the-train, charity fund raising, marathon running , style template for Ali G and incidentally all right by me type person is shortly to return to TV in a vehicle designed to revisit the many people wot he has fixed it for (in my best yodeling style Jimmy Savile bad impression “Sho-waddy-waddy- now then, now then, as it -’appens”) and catches up with what they are doing now (yes it will include the cub scouts eating food on the big dipper). Sir Jimmy, as we know, is still Sir Jimmy. Still running and chomping on that cigar (did he ever smoke it? It could be that he’s only ever bought one cigar in his life as a prop). There is an amusing interview over at the Grauniad (bad spelling for the nation and its teachers). Sir Jimmy is now 80 but he doesn’t seem to know it.
UPDATE(Oct 2012): Obviously recent revelations have completely re-written the history books in how we will think of the late Jimmy Savile now. Here’s hoping the victims find a degree of closure and our society comes to terms with how easy it is for bad acts to flourish when so many feel unable to challenge those in positions of power and trust.