In the 70s I remember my mum saying “He’s a good bloke that Jimmy Savile…. He works in kiddies hospitals for nothing…” To which my dad cynically (and rightly) replied: “Come off it! Nobody in this world does nothing for nothing… There must be some sort of pay off…” And how right the old fellah was… They all did it: Savile and his ‘Saint Jimmy’ image…
Stuart Hall, the laugh-a-minute Court Jester of BBC telly… And of course Rolf, with his wobbly board and his loveable eccentric act… One can imagine some poor kid grassing Harris up in the 70s or 80s and the response they got… “That Rolf Harris?! Impossible! He does all those silly songs and cartoon time for the kiddies… Not him, never… He’s too nice!”
Same goes for Jim’ll and his ‘endless charidee’ work and Hall with his madcap football commentary and his showbiz smarm… That is what is really disgusting about sickos…. Their nice guy and zany funster routines were an act and they knew it… They also knew what they were doing, they knew why they were doing it and they enjoyed it… Reveling in their own fame and getting their kicks at the same time…
Nonce scum…
Nominated by: Norman Whiteside
