Where Will it All End?

Where is it all going to end?  These arrests of seventies and eighties TV celebrities on suspicion of various serious sex crimes, I mean.  Jimmy Savile was no surprise - most of us had suspected there was something well dodgy about him long before his death and subsequent exposure as an industrial-scale sexual abuser.  As for the arrest (yet again) of Gary Glitter - well, he's a convicted paedophile, for God's sake!  Pulling him in again in the wake of the Savile revelations hardly constituted brilliant detective work on the part of the Police.  Then there's Jim Davidson.  Well, whether it turns out that he's a sex offender or not, he's pretty unpleasant.  As for Dave Lee Travis, well, seventies Radio One DJs?  Didn't we all suspect that they were a bunch of misogynistic pervs, forever leering at the girls in the office, groping their breasts and pinching their bottoms?  Not that I'm saying that DLT is guilty of any of those things, but, to be honest, we wouldn't really surprised if it turned out that he was.  Then there's half the male cast of Coronation Street - I've always preferred EastEnders and now I've been vindicated.  They only have convicted murderers in their cast.  (Incidentally, where are all the tight-wing MPs and newspapers calling for ITV to be closed down in view of the these arrests?  They were quick enough to accuse the BBC of institutionalised sex offending when the Savile scandal struck, after all).

But some of the other names which have emerged have been far more troubling: Jimmy Tarbuck, for instance.  I ask you, Jimmy Tarbuck!  Even worse was Rolf Harris. For God's sake, accusing him is crossing a line!  Is nothing from my childhood sacred any more?   How many more celebrities in their seventies and eighties are going to get their collars felt?  Should anybody who ever appeared on the Morecombe and Wise show be feeling worried?  I just thank God that Robert Robinson, Frank Muir and Patrick Campbell are all dead, other wise we could be expecting to see them accused of behind the scenes sex romps with minors whilst recording Call My Bluff in the early seventies.  No doubt there would be lurid details of how their victims had to guess whether they were bluffing about the definition of various terms of sexual perversion - if they guessed incorrectly, they'd have the depravity performed on them.  With all the obvious suspects already accused, in order to keep the shock value alive, the media circus surrounding this affair will have to start fingering,(so to speak), the less obvious candidates.  Only the other day we were speculating at work who these might be.  I suggested former Grandstand, Match of the Day and Count Down host Des Lynam, the 'silver stallion' so beloved of ladies of a certain age. He seemed just the type to be outed by the tabloids as some kind of rampant sex maniac.  And what should happen the other day?  That's right, he was outed as...a UKIP supporter.  Indeed, he even admitted having voted for UKIP in the recent local elections.  To be honest, I'd rather that it had turned out that he was a nonce.  I'd find that easier to take than the idea that he openly supports a bunch of extreme right wing crackpots...