JS: Get off moi planet You sick baaastard.

Way back when on Spiffing Wheeze I attempted to advocate striking a balance between the  need to acknowledge the existence of someone v the need to remove all traces of a vile wrongdoer. See here.

Time for a bit of a change of viewpoint.

The latest news regarding what has been uncovered about Jimmy Savile is so grim it’s hard to believe it could get much worse. Which means it probably will, as some of the more head-swimmingly-vile allegations are investigated further.

His supposed morgue activities and penchant for jewellery made from the stolen glass eyes from cadavers is the stuff of penny-dreadful horror stories.

Even Hannibal Lecter would’ve blown sizable chunks into his anti-bite mask at some of what this guy was up to.

Jim fixed it indeed. I feel I may never be able to laugh at cub scouts eating donuts on a roller coaster again, without having some smelling salts on standby in case they accidentally show the dark lord himself in the footage.

And so I suggest there may only be one sane way out of this: Arrange to have his remains packaged up in a rocket, together with anything associated with his existence here, and fire it off into space in an attempt to purge the planet.

Perhaps the spirit of Roy Castle could be summoned to knock out a tune on his ghost trumpet to play him out.

Sickest celebrity pervert ever. You’re a record breakeeeer. Now kindly get the fuck off the planet.