October 15, 2012
For those who forgot to buy the Sunday Sport yesterday (on sale until Tuesday!), here's what wasn't printed in any other newspaper - Savile, in his own words....
LURID tales of Jimmy Savile’s sordid lust for young girls have dominated the headlines all week.
Interviews with now grown-up victims of the late Jim’ll Fix It star have been flooding the airwaves.
Former patients and staff from Leeds Royal Infirmary and Stoke Mandeville Hospital in Aylesbury, Bucks, have come forward with tearful testimonies about Savile’s sick predilections.
Savile died last year aged 84 and was given a hero’s send off – but an ITV investigation screened a fortnight ago , which interviewed many victims, has shattered that illusion for good.
The former Top Of The Pops host’s papal knighthood is almost certainly likely to be forfeited - and his own family have removed and demolished the £4,000 headstone from his Scarborough grave.
Police have launched an official criminal inquiry and the BBC has promised one of its own to see who knew what – and when – about his evil activities within the corporation’s own buildings.
But Sunday Sport has discovered that the clues were all there in Savile’s own words from his 1974 memoir, As It Happens.
The book is now out of print but our investigators managed to track down one of the few available dog-eared copies.
He ends the book – which he says he proudly wrote entirely by himself in longhand – with a telling post script to God: “PS,” Savile writes, “I hope He really does take it easy on sinners!”
But it now seems likely that rather than going to meet his maker, Savile was headed straight to hell.
For here, in his own words, is the REAL Jimmy Savile.
“NEAR heart failure when caught is an occupational hazard.
“I had once been invited by six young ladies to their holiday caravan for a late night visit. Half the caravan had been made into an enormous bed and we all lounged upon it.
“At 4am came a large knocking on the door…. A scene of human collapse met the eye. The heat of the albeit innocent night had caused the girls to shed the majority of their clothes - in some cases all.”
Savile says he blagged the parents outside that he’d arrived only an hour earlier and the girls – hurriedly dressed – had yet to make him breakfast. The parents believed him and he left unscathed.
Later that same day Savile claims he was walking along the beach with two minders when a young girl “in a one-piece swimsuit and looks good enough to eat” approached him, and asked to introduce him to her parents staying nearby at a caravan.
Savile says he said hello, and the girl then asked to show him inside the caravan, whereupon she locked the door.
He wrote: “Wild horses would not have got me into another situation similar to my recent deliverance but this chick was in no way resembling a horse, wild or otherwise.
“With her bare feet in the sand, legs straining to pull me up, tanned body and corn hair, she took me in two like a zombie.”
He says once inside the caravan, his “kidnapper” asks for a lift into town and says she first has to change.
Savile: “I have sunk into a chair, wringing wet with the heat and temptation. A rustling and snapping from the dark end tells me that the swimsuit is off.”
At that point her parents try the locked door’s handle.
Savile writes: “Within, there was a naked young lady stomping up and down on one leg; without was mum and dad claiming rightful admittance.
“Three things I did at the same time – pray that I might simply disappear, put a comic magazine over my head, and reached out to unlock the front door.”
Savile says the girl told her parents: “We had to keep the curtains closed else he’d been snowed under the autographs.”
He adds: “I was near passed out in the chair under my comic and uttered not a word.
“The situation had been saved by daughter sliding like an eel into a slip of a dress, minus undies, and pretending to make tea.
“I was finished. But really finished. Twice delivered in but one day was just too much and I was robbed of movement and speech, so I feigned sleep.
“Eventually it was business as usual but friends will tell you that since that day I never, ever, operate outside my four walls.
“As I have a considerable number of four walls dotted about the country, life is not too restricted.”
“LUCKY escapes figure prominently in my apparently never ending fun, money and healthy life.
“On one dance hall occasion five young ladies came to me asking if they could stay with me for the night as they had missed their bus home… a strange request as it was only 8pm and the last bus didn’t go until midnight.
“So after the dance they all finish up back at my place. The fact they all produced nighties and toothbrushes caused me to marvel momentarily at the completeness of ladies’ handbags.
“After much running about the house, preparation, girl talk and continuous idiot laughing, we all collapsed in a heap and fell asleep.”
Savile says he got up early to for a bike ride, leaving the girls asleep in bed and his minder dozing upstairs.
Later that morning “two fire-breathing mothers” turn up looking for their daughters, and demanding to know where Savile is.
The girls say he is away for the weekend and had just kindly let them have use of the house.
The mums went upstairs but failed even to find the minder.
Savile wrote: “But where is my big meaty minder? Why, in the wardrobe of course, for I train my men well and, to date, we have not been found out. Which is the eleventh commandment, is it not.”
ASKED for ideas on how to attract youngsters to a youth dance in Otley, Yorkshire, Savile says he came up with a “good idea”.
He told the chairman of the local council: “I will come… if you arrange for me to sleep in a tent… with another tent alongside with six girls to sleep there as my bodyguards.
“The council had to decide which six, so they called a special meeting. Some of the members only then realised what they were doing.
“‘We can’t have a council meeting to decide which six of our girls sleep with this man,’ said several, more bewildered than outraged. So half the council left and half stayed.
“Six girls were selected and all of them were in matching mini-skirts and white boots… They looked good enough to eat.
“Needless to say the girls’ tent fell over and we all had to finish up together… So who says charity isn’t fun?”
“THE social dangers of such temptations are immense. At 2am one morning there came a small knock on my door in Manchester. Standing there was a young, super-shape girl. About seventeen or eighteen, I estimated. Manchester is a big city and such things can happen.
“’I’m just going out,’ says I with great effort and cursing myself for being chicken, ‘but I’ll be back in half an hour.’
“Leaving her sitting on the step I was off to town in the car. Fifty yards down the road I get stopped by a police car.
“’That girl just gone into your block is an absconder,’ saws the law.
“’What girl?’ says I.
“’Lucky boy,’ says the law, and zooms off to claim the runaway. Such eleventh-hour escapes reduce one to a jelly.”
GIRL IN A SACK
“ONCE, in London, I had a girl delivered to me in a sack. It was far too heavy to lift from the outside step and I got a touch of the horrors in case the body… was dead.
“It wasn’t but it was also unnecessarily melodramatic because it was broad daylight and one doesn’t feel half as guilty during the day.”
THE Jim’ll Fix It host goes into detail about a night working at a dance hall in Leeds.
“A high ranking lady police officer came in one night and showed me the picture of an attractive girl who had run away from a remand home.
“‘Ah,’ I says all serious, ‘if she comes in I’ll bring her back tomorrow but I’ll keep her all night first as my reward.’
“The absconder came in that night. She… agreed that I hand her over if she could stay at the dance, come home with me, and that I would promise to see when they let her out.
“At 11.30am the next morning she was willingly presented to an astounded lady of law. The officeress was dissuaded from bringing charges against me by her colleagues, for it was well known that were I to go I would probably take half the station with me.”
“TWO girls I knew, patients both. Their complaint was one of the touch and go killers [men who clear off after a one night stand]. I used to threaten enthusiastic mayhem to their honour, if I ever got the chance.
“Off I went to the [Lands End to John O’Groats] walk and reappeared on the wars a month later.
“Girl No 1 is delighted to see me back and there is much story telling…. After half an hour I turn to leave. ‘Oh,’ says I, ‘where’s your pal?’
“’Oh,’ says Girl No 1 after coming back to reality, ‘she died’.
“This caught me a low blow. ‘She didn’t!’ says I, feeling suddenly bad.
“Girl No 1 mistakes my emotion and thinks I’m annoyed with her pal for not waiting for me.
“I swear I broke to pieces inside at that moment. Teenager girls, who should be out and about, not wanting to die just yet.”
Savile then recounts that the girl died some weeks later and “I was there, this time, and yet once more did the disc of darkness inch slowly across the sunshine of my life”.
“GLEAMING cars and the gleaming bodies of beach girls made the head turn and I felt it officially criminal that the age of consent in that admirable state is eighteen. It really is unfair because everyone knows that everything matures quicker in the sunshine.”
HIDING IN LADIES’ LOO
SAVILE tells a story of making an appearance at a London university, where he eventually had to run away from his fans and hide in the ladies toilets.
“A technical point here – when taking refuse in a ladies’ loo it behoves one to elevate the feet for those who would peer beneath the door, as a pair of big male shoes gives the game away.
“Several times groups of ladies charged in to, as it were, dwell on the facilities, and talk about where I was.
“There was a keen sense of disappointment at being deprived of the anticipated sight of my wedding tackle.”
SCHOOLGIRLS IN SCARBOROUGH
“WHERE would you ever see a dustcart chased by screaming girls? During some training for a forthcoming wrestling bout I bumped into the lads that empty the bins round my flat.
“Some schoolgirls on a day trip were idling near a passageway…. ‘Ahhhh,’ screamed the young ladies. ‘It is him.’
“Surprised holidaymakers stood aghast at the unlikely scene of forty fine-bodied young girls running, with shrill cries, after a dustcart.
“The explanation that Jimmy Savile was one of the dustmen brought back much of ‘whatever will he get up to next’.”
ON HIS MUM, “THE DUCHESS”
“THINK not that three scores and ten were a handicap for the Duchess. She had the energy of a teenager and could pleasure all night as often as the opportunity arose.”
WHILE attending a post-war Lend a Hand on the Land farming camp, Savile says he discovered he could hypnotise people.
“To demonstrate, and choosing a girl who was already fast asleep in her easy chair, I stood behind her.
“Passing myself off as first her mother, then her father, and finally boyfriend we had a lively patter going. I was convinced she was awake and just playing along with me.
“Taking again the part of her mother and asking her what she was doing in bed with all her clothes on, sweet horror, did she not stand up and start to undress.
“Telling her to stop, and in the nick of time as it had been a warm evening, she was handed to her girlfriend with instructions to be put to her bed.
“The next morning, expecting to be denounced and dismissed, I was shattered with relief when she stood next to me in the breakfast queue and gave not the slightest sign of recognition.
“Years later in the Isle of Man I met Josef Karma, one of the great hypnotists. Telling him the story, he was not surprised and suggested I should study under him… and not finish up in the nick!”
SAVILE described running dance halls as “better than running a harem”.
But he adds that “were I to tell all, no one would believe it, plus I’d have to take up residence in some inaccessible Himilayan village”.
He describes how running the dance halls led to many house party invitations, referring to one held in Sale, Cheshire: “As I drove there a foolproof plan formulated in my mind.
“The first girl I found who was on her own would be mine for all to see…. So it was into the house, shake all around, and settle down and find a loner girl. By far the most attractive girl in the room was sitting on the floor playing records.
“For the next one hour there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was my girl. Dancing closer than a stamp to a letter, with many a caress and a wink to the other guys in the room… it was time for the hawk to carry the captive dove off to its nest.”
But the “girl” turned out the wife of the home owner – and Savile escaped through a toilet window.
“The next day my host telephoned: ‘You’re a diabolical bastard to carry on with that poor man’s wife like that’.”
“THERE have been trains and, with apologies to the hit parade [the old term for the top 40], boats and planes (I am a member of the 40,000ft club) and bushes and fields, corridors, doorways, floors, chairs, slag heaps, desks and probably everything except the celebrated chandelier and ironing board.
“As to the right and wrong of it, most of us have burned out bridges... long before we realise there could be a right or wrong to it.”