Jimmy Savile and Gary Glitter’s ‘untouchable’ BBC paedo gang
Karin Ward tells ITV:
“At the BBC, I told Newsnight that I saw Gary Glitter have sex with a girl in Jimmy Savile’s dressing room…in that little alcove bit. I didn’t see it completely but that’s what was going on and nobody batted an eye-lid. I also told them that I was horribly, horribly humiliated.”
No-one would want to be be in that gang.
She adds that another TV star tried to feel her tip:
“I didn’t like him because he smelled like my step-father and it frightened me and freaked me out. I rebuffed him and he humiliated me in front of everyone in the dressing room by saying something really unkind about my lack of breasts, which to a 14 year old girl was just awful. I…urgh…I was appalled and really, really upset. I’m pretty sure that’s all I told Newsnight because that’s really all there was to tell except that we used to go out to parties afterwards and met some wonderful celebrities.”
In other Savile news, it’s interesting to hear Esther Rantzen saying that she had heard the rumours about Savile, her BBC colleague, but thought him “untouchable“. If only. Her husband was Desmond Wilcox, the BBC’s head of general features from 1972 to 1980. He was a man in a position of power. Maybe he could have dealt with the untouchable Mr Savile, who presented his Jim’ll Fix It show on the BBC between 1975 and 1994?
Finally, we hark back to this report from the Daily Mail in 2011. Jane Fryer recalls:
Watching television with a pot of tea, a plate of Mr Kipling’s finest fancies, and Sir Jimmy Savile on the big squashy sofa beside me playing mother, is something I will never forget…Jimmy himself was just as you’d expect — draped in kilos of bling, decked out in a red string vest and tatty tracksuit and smelling of musty old cigars. Oh yes, and talking non-stop over I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out of Here! which was blaring from the telly.
‘Of course, they asked me. I get six TV offers a week — I’m a Celebrity, Celebrity this, Celebrity that, all those celebrity cookery programmes. I don’t even have an oven! Why on earth would I want to go and do that?
‘When you’re a legend, you’re a legend. And now, young lady, you look very tired. Would you like to stay the night?’
How about we go for dinner, you sleep in the Duchess’s bed and I’ll give you a lift to Leeds in the morning? And I promise I won’t pester you.’
Fryer was a young journalist. It was 2003:
He told me about his unlikely friendships with the Queen (‘she thinks I’m odd’), Prince Charles (‘a super chap’), Margaret and Denis Thatcher (‘a wonderful pair’), the Blairs (‘not quite so friendly’), Princess Diana (‘I’d never grass on her’), Elvis and the time he ‘Fixed it’ for Pope John Paul II — ‘I couldn’t possibly tell you what it was, but you’d be surprised at the favours some people need’ — who calls him ‘the blond’.
Lumme! They met a second time:
Recently, he invited HRH for lunch at his remote Scottish cottage, where he fed him a 16lb salmon poached from a neighbour’s estate (‘he phoned up in a right flap the next day when he found out the fish was stolen’) and dressed up the girls in the local post office in French maid outfits with HRH’s on their frilly pinnies as a royal surprise.
There were constant innuendos made about his sexuality. While he was a relentless, incorrigible flirt, he was never seen in public with a girlfriend (though following an unfortunate misunderstanding after dinner in London, I am quite sure he preferred ladies).
Looks like she was not alone in missing the scoop…