Summer of Savile – Day 3: No Context For You
It’s better to not know.
“In my case it had the instant effect of causing all the guests but one to rise off the floor a good twelve inches.”
Regretful is the child with the magician’s secrets.
“After ten days that felt like ten years it was Christmas and I sneaked off to Scarborough where nobody would dream of shooting anybody and by New Year it had all calmed down.”
I glanced behind the curtain and saw all my heroes, ’round a table like Arthur’s Knights – except they were shrivelled and limp, soggy muscles and flaccid, shameful gazes, glugging back IV bags filled with…I dunno, urine or something. GET OUT!