MoL is employed in finding out as little as possible about Miley Cyrus, not for any reason, just because it is good to take evasive action sometimes. In the meantime, MoL enjoys a good scandal, especially involving the BBC whose senior management has been giving huge pay-offs to itself using tax-payers’ money. Before that it got itself into a mess over Jimmy Savile, who had spent years groping and molesting while employed as the Corporation’s flagship presenter. So how’s about that then, guys and gals? A man of relentless catch phrases, his sinister, brilliant career was an exercise in controlled infiltration, resulting in a papal knighthood and one of the realm. He was a clown of a charmless variety and cultivated eccentricity, a consummate self-publicist, ostensibly on behalf of good causes. MoL is fascinated by public figures who acquire such a universal level, public indifference notwithstanding. It says a lot about those in the BBC responsible for hiring, but the BBC always was a naive institution. We had to put up with a lot in terms of the disc jockeys and light entertainers it foisted on us, most exposed now as sex pests. Savile’s sexual activities were the cause of much unfounded rumour, the most interesting involving a morgue in a hospital. Part of his public act was a crude yodel that sounded sexually suggestive in such a stupid way it was hard to take him seriously, which was what he wanted. He said “Now then” a lot. He dressed a bit like a child, wearing tracksuits long before anyone else. He spent years hiding in plain sight. In public he was cold and relaxed. I thought he was a vampire. He sold his Bentley to the makers of Antonioni’s Blow-Up and it was that, with its prototype car phone, which David Hemmings drove in the film. An expose due out on Savile is called Apocalypse Now Then, which really is a very funny title, much funnier than Savile, a humourless man who pretended to be funny, deserves.