Over the past 48 hours, I have not see antsy reference to the curious friendship between Margaret Thatcher and paedophile Jimmy Saville. It seems odd. Saville was after all a house guest of Thatchers over eleven successive New Year celebrations.
Even more curious is that Thatcher was surrounded by Security who presumably vet people who get such access And curious that nobody had seemingly heard the rumours. Every other person at the BBC knew about Saville. And isn’t it odd that none of the assorted police forces who had complaints about Saville reported the complaints to the Whitehall spooks.
After all didn’t MI5 have an office at the BBC?
How on Earth could eleven years pass without some spook whispering in Thatchers ear “We just found out something about Jimmy Saville which we think you should know”? And how on Earth could eleven years pass without “Sir” Jimmy not getting a letter saying “not this year Jimmy”.
The question has often been posed as to how Jimmy Saville, clearly a persistent and dangerous paedophile and rapist escape prosecution and conviction.
Oddly eighteen months ago Jimmy Saville lay in state in Leeds and was given what amounted to a ceremonial funeral in that city.
Perhaps in death…these two old friends can meet up again. They have a lot to talk about.