Running For Life

On the 25th September 2016 I did something that I have not done for many years.

I took my first steps on the “Couch To 5K” program. I had downloaded the app, selected my vocal coach, you have a choice of celeb voices to listen to and when Michael Johnson says run you run I can assure you! I had not run for a number of years, however, I figured that as a keen cyclist I would have the leg strength and endurance to complete the course. How wrong I could be! On my first outing I couldn’t manage more than a minute without having to stop. Fortunately, the scheme is designed in such a manner that builds up your running strength gradually – walk a minute then jog a minute…. and so on.

It was the aforementioned cycling that prompted the desire to start running. I don’t cycle a great deal in the winter and was looking for something to do to maintain my leg strength in my close season. I had not ran since 2001 when I completed the Great North Run. That was a bad event for me, I had not prepared properly (with the benefit of hindsight) and had started at too quick a pace resulting in me barely being able to jog after 8 miles. I resolved “never again” at that point and indeed my exercise regime was non existent until I discovered cycling.

The couch to 5k scheme worked well for me all the way up until Week 3. Then I got the first of many calf injuries. This is apparently common for inexperienced runners and the trick is to know when you have recovered enough to resume. Something I didn’t master! Long story short, with repetitive injuries it took me 6 months until I could finally manage to jog for 30 minutes without stopping. So what to do for the next challenge? Well I attempted a 10k run in May and couldn’t complete without stopping. That was my limit I figured, so it was back to the bike for me. However, I then got the opportunity to run in The Great North Run for The Anthony Nolan Trust. After much umming and arring I decided to go for it for two very good reasons.

Firstly, The Great North Run is a race that I have previous history with. Prior to my 2001 effort I had completed the event on a number of occasions as a teenager, my pb was a respectable 1 hour 45 min (in 1987 I believe if memory serves) and having grown up in the North East it is a route and region that has a special place in my heart.

Secondly, I have been inspired by the work of Anthony Nolan. I have been introduced to the charity through a family friend who required a bone marrow transplant. The donor was identified through the Anthony Nolan Trust. It costs the trust over £60 to recruit and match every donor. Effectively the cost of saving a life. My wife Sally has recently joined Linton Jazz Band, a band who plays for charity and who are supporting Anthony Nolan this year. The opportunity to contribute to the fund raising was too good to refuse.

So with a goal for the year established I have reluctantly had to forego the bike temporarily. I attempted to carry on but yet another leg injury (this time to my right Achilles, a recurring problem) meant that I was struggling to keep up with both sports. Finally I have got to a stage where I can hopefully do myself justice, running with the aid of ankle supports. So, providing the ankle holds I will be taking part in the Great North Run this Sunday, almost a year since I had taken my first tentative jogging steps.

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Remember.

11th November.

We remember those who have given their lives so that we may have our freedoms. We wear our poppy if we choose to do so, we honour those who have fallen in the most horrific of circumstances and teach our children about the World Wars.

But what actually are we commemorating?

Is it, for example, an act of National pride that we must wear our poppies? Is the poppy, as FIFA would lead us to believe, a political symbol?

Certainly some right wing groups, notably Britain First, have hijacked the poppy in recent years in order to spread their name far and wide on social media seemingly unaware that their brand of extreme Nationalism is precisely what The Fallen have freed us from.

And in 2016 we should remember this more than ever.

The political tone is moving further to the right. In the UK the referendum on whether the UK should remain a part of The European Union was marred by a campaign poster based on a Nazi propaganda film. Newspapers supporting Brexit constantly publish stories blaming migrants for the problems in this country, most notably a newspaper that was publicly in favour of The Third Reich in the 1930’s. Sadly, owing to the drip drip tactics of the media in question it is a wide held belief that there are people who flee persecution in a war torn country, leaving behind all they ever owned, risk the lives of themselves and their families on crossing the Mediterranean Sea on a small raft before crossing the Channel in order to try and jump the queue for their £65 a week. In actual fact it is only the middle classes of countries such as Syria that have the resources to make it this far, the doctors, health workers, the educated, those people who we would welcome in normal times but that doesn’t get reported quite as widely.

The real problem with this is that while extreme Nationalists like Farage and his UKIP followers or Newspapers such as The Daily Mail constantly force their agenda upon the British people they will nudge what is acceptable further each time until their message becomes the new normality. But hatred sells papers. I believe in the freedom of the press, however, we are becoming desensitised to extreme views, to the likes of The Mail, Express and Sun screeching that anyone who is opposed to their Utopian Fascist view of Britain are enemies of the people. We can’t object to the independent press complaints board as it’s chaired by the editor of The Daily Mail. The Sun complains about millionaire “foreigners” forcing their views on Brits without any hint of irony that they are the mouthpiece for a Billionaire Australian who now lives in America for tax reasons.

I live in a country where it is now an insult to call someone liberal.

Well, if believing in Human Rights, investment in education, health care for all, freedom of movement and the judging people on what they can contribute to society rather than their age, gender, ethnic background or any other level of discrimination is an insult then I can take it on the chin. So can many others apparently as the “Stop Funding Hate” campaign is growing rapidly, a campaign that encourages to stop companies advertising in newspapers that make money from their continuous publication of hatred.

We look across the pond to America where the recent Presidential election. Here we also see that extreme right wing views have surfaced. The winner of the election, Billionaire Donald Trump, has mocked the disabled, insulted Muslims and Mexicans, boasted on camera of abusing women, threatened hecklers with physical violence and political opponents with jail. And yet America voted for him. The preferred candidate of the Ku Klux Klan. Sound familiar?

We must remember from history. We must learn that extremism will raise it’s ugly head at times in society when we choose to let it, when we don’t oppose it, when we think our vote doesn’t matter. It is therefore the fault of liberals after all. The fault of those who are disengaged with politics, the fault of those who don’t care. Political opposition needs to be strong in order to check and balance those who wield power. Currently in both Britain and The States we have the weakest oppositions ever.

We remember today the millions who lost their lives in World Wars where extremism was finally defeated and it was vowed that it must never happen again. Now, in 2016, we need to remember this more than ever.

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I’m Backing Britain

I’m backing Britain in the forthcoming European Union referendum.

I’m backing Britain to be the liberal, tolerant country that I’m proud of.

A Britain that is forward thinking, progressive and dynamic.

A Britain that judges people on what they contribute, not where they are born, the colour of their skin, gender, sexuality or any disability.

A Britain where a free press reports with impartiality and challenges those in authority as opposed to a handful of press barons having power over the Government.

A Britain that closes tax havens and is tough on tax evasion rather than paying lip service to the issue

A Britain that supports and protects those who need help rather than labelling them “scroungers”

A Britain that has a welfare system that is fair to all and cannot be taken advantage of

A Britain that offers the same safe harbour to those fleeing war and oppression as our previous generations had provided to those escaping Nazism.

A Britain that accepts that the fallen heroes of our grandparents’ generation died defeating Nazism rather than “Europe”

A Britain that has enjoyed the longest continuous period of peace with other European countries in its existence.

A Britain that learns from history in so much as Nationalism is not the solution and distinguishes between Nationalism and “National Pride”

A Britain that is made all the more interesting by the varied backgrounds of all the people that live in this country.

A Britain that has a strong flourishing economy, based on the contribution of all of the people that live here, an economy that takes strength from trading on a level playing field with our European partners

A Britain with a National Health Service that is the envy of the World but is over stretched due to under investment over successive generations and a country whose population is thankfully living longer owing to a general improvement in National Health rather than just blaming immigrants, without whom the service would not be able to operate.

A Britain whose citizens have the same freedom of movement to work and travel around the Continent as citizens from other European countries.

A Britain whose people have the same rights and protection as other European people.

A Britain that enjoys the same low cost air travel, reduction in mobile phone charges and credit card charges that all European countries benefit from.

A Britain where Nigel Farage goes back to being a golf club bore, Boris Johnson returns to being an affable buffoon on panel shows and they stop poisoning the country with dangerous divisive rhetoric.

A United Kingdom that celebrates all regions of the nation and is a leader in Europe because of its strength and not Little England isolated from the Rest of the World.

 

That is the Britain that I am backing in the referendum, a nation I am proud of. I want MY Britain back.

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On A Journey

Ah, it is time to re-visit the blog. Yet again I have lapsed since I last put my thoughts down on record. I decided to have a quick read of previous posts to remind me why I started doing it in the first place. I tend to write when something pops into my mind  that interests me enough to commit to the internet although from the blog you’d think my thoughts lie predominantly in two areas, Politics and my own well-being. My last blog post was on the eve of the European Elections and I stand by every word I wrote then. More on elections soon I feel in the run up to the UK General Election 2015.

So that leaves my own well being as the current subject of interest. As I mature deep into middle age (currently 45, if I reach 90 I think I’ll be doing well!) I had become unfit, flabby and lazy. Last year was the nadir – by May 2014 I’d ballooned to my heaviest weight ever. Cripes!! I had to do something about it pronto! Over the summer I followed a well being programme at work which was based on a step count system, I stuck to a healthy eating plan (I’ve grown to despise the word “diet” over the years) and I decided to take up cycling once again. By the end of the summer I’d lost almost 3 stones in weight and gained a modicum of fitness, giving me an increased spring in my step and renewed zest.

However, over the long dark cold days of Winter an additional stone had crept back onto me from somewhere. Many factors have contributed to this; a holiday in Italy, birthdays, the Christmas period (which extended over a month), the quality of my home brewed beer and a fair weather easing on the exercise front. I had attempted jogging but I suspect that I was still too heavy and it wasn’t long before a muscle in my calf went twang. January came and went and another couple of pounds sneaked their way onto my body. I had to ensure that the rot stopped there before returning to my Michelin Man physique so I decided to set myself a challenge. It was back on the bike for me and with the encouragement of my loving family and a gentle press ganging of my brother to join in we declared that we would participate in the London to Cambridge bike race on 26th July 2015.

A little family history here. After some research it turns out that my Grandfather’s cousin was rather good on a bike. So much so in fact he was the first Scot to take part in Le Tour De France. I have also been inspired by my cousins in South Africa and Australia who cycle hundreds of miles a month. It must be in the blood! I loved biking to work when I was able to last summer, an activity I’m quite good at and won’t shatter my knees and shins in the same way that running would. However, this is not the sunny climes of the Antipodes but the cold and gloomy late winter of Britain. I don’t intend cycling in the dark, not for fear of seeing but more being seen and so I have to plan a weekend ride to fit around my family’s hectic schedule. I’m blessed as they couldn’t have been more supportive.

The first thing that hit me regarding cycling in a British winter is that hail hurts like hell on cold legs. I survived the icy bullets pebble dashing me and once the shower had passed over and the sun came out I was able to take the time to enjoy the countryside in my little corner of Suffolk. The snowdrops were just peeping through, there were embryonic buds on the trees and despite being soaked to the skin I peddled around a familiar route with a smile on my face. As this was the first outing of the year I kept it at around the 10 mile mark but incorporated one reasonable climb.

Gradually over the following weeks I have built up the distance and intensity of the climbs. There have been some additional challenges thrown at me by the weather, not least the 60 mph gusting wind that was blowing me backwards on one ride, the additional effort required rendered me barely able to walk afterwards. However, as I am getting fitter and stronger I’m also learning to take the conditions in my stride, when to force the pace and when to drop the gears and get through the tough stretch until you can catch your breath again on a down hill.

The race will be a tough challenge but I think I’m now at least in a position where I’m confident that I’m capable of completing it. I have many more miles to put on the clock before the off but it’s not a chore, I’m relishing the open road. This event is not going to be a conclusion to my bike riding, more a stepping stone for me on a journey into increasing my overall fitness levels.

To sponsor Iain and I on our ride from London To Cambridge follow the link here, https://www.justgiving.com/Graeme-Iain-Johnston – all monies raised from the event are going to Breakthrough Breast Cancer, a charity registered in England & Wales (No. 1062636) & Scotland (SC039058). Whilst breast cancer has not affected our family directly many good friends of ours have lost loved ones. Please feel free to donate in memory of someone personal to you.  Thank you.

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You Choose For Europe (But never UKip)

Today the good folk of the UK go to the polls to select who will represent us in the European parliament. This country doesn’t have a great record in voting for Europe (aside from the Eurovision Song Contest of course) and has one of the lower voter turn outs across the continent. This is a worry as the voting method is proportional representation as opposed to the traditionally British election method of first past the post and low turnouts can have a much more significant impact on who actually goes to represent us, the electorate. For example, in the North West region in 2009 the turn out was 31%. Out of that 31%, 8% voted for the extreme far right BNP and their leader, Nick Griffen was duly elected as an MEP for that region. We have to assume that the BNP managed to mobilise all their voters, we can also assume that the vast majority of the 69% of the electorate who didn’t vote would not wish to be represented by someone wish such extreme views. But they chose to leave the voting up to someone else.

And that is the point.

Voting is a choice in this country but it is a privilege that we as a nation appear to have taken for granted over recent times. In history, countless people have lost their lives purely for the chance to vote and many millions of people around the World still do not enjoy the democratic freedom to elect those who purport to lead or represent them in some form or another. We must use the vote wisely, with a well thought out rational as to who we will finally put our cross against inside the polling booth. I have always felt the polling booth to be one of those sacred places in life, one where we go with clear thoughts in our head in regards as to how we as a people select representatives.  For a quiet minute the ballot paper is read, re-read and checked prior to placing a thick well-formed cross in the correct spot. (I still don’t get those who spoil their papers by the way, even as a protest, it isn’t difficult!) The paper is folded neatly and posted, democracy is achieved. We still have to educate those who are new to the process and I see with amusement that on the news today first time voters are being told not to take selfies from within the polling booth.

The other point worth making is that in a way it doesn’t matter who we vote for as long as we actually vote. In the last UK General election 45% of those eligible under 25 years old did not vote whilst for those of retirement age the figure was well over 70%. So what happens? Recent budgets have benefited pensioners. Young people are still struggling to get on the housing ladder. There has been threats to remove their housing benefit and so on. And if we don’t vote we don’t have the right to voice our opinions and to be disappointed with those who eventually were elected.

Which brings me neatly round to UKIP. They are a recent force in British politics led by the carefully cultivated image of a harrumphing pub bore (and former stock broker) Nigel Farage. The sort of person who has a loud voice and drowns out all those who he disagrees with, in turn refusing to listen to anyone with a valid point against him. UKIP are fundamentally a one trick pony with an anti-Europe anti-immigration stand point pandering to the paranoid and playing on stereotypes of certain nations.

In practice, what UKIP and Farage has achieved is to generate the sort of aggressive bigotry not seen in this country since the 1970’s. I don’t like the tone of the debate. I don’t feel comfortable with people making such generalisations based purely on here say and regardless on your views of the European Union I really don’t feel comfortable being represented by those who will do nothing about any of the issues that will arise in the parliament. UKIP are a negative party. They  have no positive policies as far as I can determine and the candidates who will stand to represent UKIP are questionable to say the least. Each day on the run in to the polls there has been one comedic UKIP story where one of them has harrumphed out-of-place and yet the current opinion is that they may get 24% of the vote. What UKIP have been proficient in doing is to mobilise their vote and in a proportional election they may return an increased number of candidates. This would be dreadful for the country and I’m sure the silent majority, those who can’t be bothered to vote would not wish to be represented by UKIP either. But they can’t complain about it.

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Some Comedy Would Be A Relief…

The immediate dust has settled on another epic fund raising telethon which was broadcast to the nation last Friday, 15th March 2013, namely Comic Relief. Now I rather like events such as this and have supported “Relief” in it’s various forms over the years, whether it is Comic or Sport or indeed the BBC annual telethon Children In Need with dancing newsreaders, Pudsey Bear and Sir Terry Wogan persuading us to help others. The umbrella branding of the events is powerful and the main objectives are worthy in the extreme. The community spirit that is encouraged to raise funds to support those less well off than themselves is a tonic to partake in, whether it be at work, school, social club or even a street and there is great strength to be taken from the will of people to join together and support such events. And I wouldn’t dream of belittling the efforts that people go to in order to support these worthwhile causes. But I do have a lot of questions going round my head.

As we are so used to Lenny Henry shouting at us to donate money the reality documentaries have been made harder and harder to watch. Watching a little boy die on screen from something as treatable as malaria is really tough. Having to explain this to my 8 year old son was equally tough. But ultimately rewarding to attempt to teach him a little about how lucky he is and then listening to him say that he wants to donate all his money to help other people. Watching people who have suffered at the hands of others and ultimately overcome their issue was also laudable. There were clear demonstrations of how the money we had raised by doing something funny had gone to help. And this is all rather lovely.

However, some things are just not funny.  Through the years the televised event has had many famous and worthy comedians lending their support but this year the flippancy of some of the remarks made by those presenting were obscene. For example, immediately following a tough watch on domestic violence the next sketch featured the character Mrs Brown hitting someone (albeit off camera) and I suspect the silence of the audience told us all we needed to know – we couldn’t believe what we were watching. Other examples of such crass stupidity involved Jack Whitehall doing a rape gag and David Walliams doing an over long routine about unprotected sex following an HIV film. Was this deliberately timed? To be honest if it was deliberate and designed to be clever it washed right over me. The one thing that was generally absent from the evening was comedy timing. Can we really be encouraged to support the poor by a collection of individuals in cheap suits who usually spend their time being rude selling out arena tours?

The sums raised appear fantastic especially in what is a collective time of hardship for many individuals in this country. We have always been a charitable nation and pride ourselves on it. My son even asked if other countries, especially America, raised money for the poor like we do. I couldn’t answer him as if they do news had not reached me. There have been some £800m raised by Comic Relief since it started. For many the sums have been life changing. Events have moved on from when the movement was founded in 1985.  There was always the ratio of funds being split – two thirds to Africa and one third allocated to UK projects. In Africa there was an immediate need to feed people who were starving through no fault of their own. The projects quickly changed and moved on from sacks of grain being shipped to water supplies, purification and then onto other issues such as further medication, education and illness prevention.

The issues faced are overwhelming and sometimes you feel that no matter how much money you can throw at a problem it is never enough. The Western World owes Africa a great debt given how we have sapped the continent dry of it’s resources both human and natural over the years. There are so many hardships that each country faces and it is gratifying to see that a number of key issues are supported that affect all outside political constraints – striking at the root causes of social injustice and poverty. All this in the face of some of the political horrors that the leaders in Africa subject their people to, the stories of Presidents for life pocketing funds from their respective countries’ GDP are commonplace.

In the UK, which now commands 41% of funding from Comic Relief as Lenny revealed on Friday, we see similar projects being funded. Those that are trapped by poverty, abuse, addiction and generally unable to fend for themselves in society. Society is quite a topic in itself and I refer you to this excellent blog by Fiatpanda. Despite the protestations of our Government, and all the recession doom laden statistics, Britain is not a poor country, far from it. My worry is that more state funding will be withdrawn from such telethon schemes and projects will end up being solely funded by charity because no one else will. In a civilised country, we should be supporting projects such as these through funding from Government. 

This is a country where Police Commissioner Elections cost £100m, where two weeks of sport in 2012 cost  in the region of £9 billion, where we have nuclear weapons and we sell weapons designed to kill to some of the more unstable nations in the World and where we can bail out unscrupulous banks who gamble their money at will. In terms of spare money that British people have we are able to play the National Lottery, another charitable source for projects that don’t require Government funding, and we are able to support football to such an extent that the annual Premiership wage bill is over £1.5 billion. We have more individuals in employment than ever before but we allow the corporate World to disregard the tax laws.

This is a country that has a welfare system developed to cope with the social hardships at the end of the Second World War and is in major need of reforming, where those who genuinely need our help can benefit rather than allowing the system to be abused by those who are able to. With imagination and effort the welfare state can be updated for the needs of the 21st Century. We could afford to support these projects, we could do something about poverty and we could make a change to the people of this country if there was the will to do so. And yet we keep telling the people of Britain that we are all in it together, we keep alienating the poorest in society, taxing bedrooms of those in council houses and blaming addiction on the availability of supermarket lager rather than focussing on the root causes of poverty. Therefore we still have the need for telethons bringing the country together doing a sterling job in raising awareness of our own shortcomings as a nation.

And this isn’t funny at all.

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Spinning The Records?

Last nights telly viewing was built around two deceased disc jockeys, Kenny Everett and Jimmy Savile, the former in a docudrama ( biopic) on his life and the latter exploring allegations into his private life.

The Everett biopic was sandwiched between compilations of his TV sketches. They are a reminder as to what an innovator Everett was, how far ahead of his time he was and indeed how much he understood  a new medium for him in order to take his comedy to another level. His work rarely appears these days sadly and so this timely showcase of sketches perfectly helped frame the main subject of the evening, the biopic entitled “The Best Possible Taste”.

I haven’t always enjoyed the biopic format in the past – some are sensitive to their subject whilst others are over dramatised focusing on a single facet of the character or indeed events are completely made up for effect. I am happy to report that The Best Possible Taste fell into the former category. The drama was beautifully acted, well made but more importantly it embraced the full character of Everett. He had many demons to conquer in his life, many prejudices but ultimately he faced up to them.

The Best Possible Taste was set predominantly around his radio days, revealing the hours he spent alone perfecting his jingles, his sounds and his zany style. It emphasised how different he was to his contemporaries in the BBC and what a fusty organisation it was at the time! The main element of the piece, however,  was the relationship between Ev and Lee, his wife, living in a reality that they had constructed for themselves but was being constantly shaken by the awkwardness of a man coming to terms with his homosexuality in a straight marriage. Ultimately it showed Everett’s own vulnerability and even if you weren’t a fan of his surely you would admire him or even love him after this portrayal. Everyone seemed to in reality.

One memorable scene from the drama was the doorstepping by the press of Everett where he came out as openly gay. He had been building up to this moment for some time, an emotional roller coaster for him certainly as this was a period in which the tabloids were taking an exceptionally close interest in the sexuality of celebrities. My attitude at the time is unchanged today – live and let live, if this is how they lead their life in private and are doing so legally why the fuss? It clearly took courage to come out openly in those days and all due respect to the makers of the show for depicting this struggle so well. It was refreshing to see that the drama didn’t start moralizing over the issue and I am relieved that his long and painful death was not dwelt upon given that his homosexuality and promiscuity led to Everett contracting AIDS. The drama merely concluded with a line in text referring to the courage in which he faced up to his illness prior to his untimely death.

And so to Savile.

The allegations made against him were of sexual abuse and rape of under age girls.

The investigation was a difficult watch for me for a number of reasons. Firstly, my utter abhorrence for the topic of child abuse.  Secondly, I was feeling emotional after watching The Best Possible Taste, but in a good sense. Thirdly, at the time of writing, there is a young girl missing from her family and the whole country is praying for her safe return. However, perhaps against my better judgement, maybe to confront my distaste for the subject, I decided to stick with the show “Exposure” due in part to the publicity it has received in the media in recent days.

Even as a young boy I had mixed feelings about Jimmy Savile. His radio show on a Sunday was a fixture in my family for a number of years, we watched Jim’ll Fix It (my letter never was answered) and  I admired his enormous fund raising efforts for the Stoke Mandeville Hospital. But there was always something of the “creepy uncle” about him and suspicions about him were never far away. Jimmy had cultivated an image of an eccentric loner and I guess that was his smoke screen. He lived the image but kept his private life very much to himself, only allowing the public glimpses of his quirky nature on his own terms. He was well connected and a very powerful media figure of his era. In fact, the phrase “National Treasure” was often used.

Certainly it was very brave of the women who came forward to speak of their experiences. My heart goes out to them, I hope that they find a degree of comfort and closure from speaking so publicly. I can’t pretend to understand their feelings, the years of hurt and injustice they have suffered, I guess no one can unless you have shared the same experiences. I won’t comment further on individual cases – collectively they make a powerful case against Savile.

And there in lies the issue of the programme – there isn’t a case for the defence. The interviews are powerful and moving and indeed the same descriptions were used by more than one subject – I couldn’t help but feeling that were they planted there cleverly by the interviewer at times – but the defendant is no longer around to answer questions. Some of ladies only felt brave enough to talk about the subject after Savile’s death given the hold he had over them from such a young age.  The only defence as such was snippits of Savile denying any paedophilia to Louis Theroux in his incisive documentary made a few years ago. A police investigation into Savile’s assaults was launched in 2007 but was closed through lack of evidence. Other stories have come to light in advance of the broadcast including the threat made by Savile to a journalist that exposing his proclivities would effectively dry up the funds for his various charities, especially Stoke Mandeville,  and no one would want to be responsible for that.

Exposure left you in no doubt that Savile was a nasty bully, a manipulating and devious man and his charitable efforts were a front to the grooming of vulnerable children on an industrial scale On the evidence presented I have no reason to doubt this point of view. The most satisfying conclusion to the documentary is that there is now a new police investigation into Savile’s affairs. This is only right and proper and I hope that would provide further comfort to his victims.  I am much more comfortable with the new police inquiry than I was watching trial by media. Perhaps back in the 80’s any journalist with suspicions about Savile should have gone to the police in the first place. However, the press felt we were all far too worried as to whether other celebrities were gay, weren’t they Kenny?

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