HOW CAN YOU EXPLAIN Jimmy Savile to someone who wasn’t there? Watching the Netflix documentary about him with my 15-year-old daughter, I felt a lot of things: queasy, appalled, furious. But most of all I felt embarrassed. Look at this grotesque, with his butchered fringe and his frazzled peroxide bob. Not even handsome. Not even charming. An assemblage of grating tics and obvious depravity.
On footage of a 1975 discussion show about his autobiography (called , which is, again, obviously revolting), a female panellist calls him out on the
