Sexual Abuse? How's about that then?
Dear Granny D
In light of the recent events regarding Jimmy Savile, I now feel that this is the right time for me to come forward and tell the world about my shocking experience with the man I affectionately knew as ‘Uncle Jimmy’. Initially, I felt quite relaxed in his company. He would often buy me sweets and gifts and I always used to look forward to his visits. Yes, there were instances which I later thought to be a bit on the strange side; like the time he said that I would end up being the 'Star Turn' at one of his private parties. It was only when I heard him tell one of the other girls that she would be the 'Glitter Turn' that I realised I might have misinterpreted the word, 'Star'. On another occasion, he said he wanted to show me his ‘half-Nelson’, which I took to mean as some kind of wresting term. How was I to know it was the pet name for his cock; but my most shocking moment came when Uncle Jimmy pushed me into that little alcove he used to call Jimmy’s Grotto, and slipped his boney hand up my tartan, pleated skirt. It was quite a traumatic experience, I can tell you. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he had dropped a shilling and was looking for it. To this day, I still find it difficult to believe it would have bounced that far off the floor. After searching for about five minutes, he got Nelson to look for it but, of course, he never did find it. That moment certainly left its mark on me. Anyway, Granny D, the point is, I keep asking myself why did he pick me, and do you really think he meant for me to be a Star Turn, or do you think that it was a reference for something a bit more sinister? Hope you can help.
Now then, now then, now then (just my little joke, Sweetie). You really mustn't beat yourself up about what happened all those years ago. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sure there were dozens more girls that were far more attractive than you that he didn't even look at. By the way, thanks for sending in the photo. To answer your questions; firstly, I rather suspect that Uncle Jimmy wasn't looking for a shilling at all, no, he was looking for a tuppence and, by the sound of it, Nelson was quickly onto the scent. As for your concerns regarding a certain comedian; we all know about Gary Glitter and, as of late, we all know about what Uncle Jimmy got up to but, would it be fair to pass judgment on the allegations surrounding Mr. Starr? Of course, I am aware that he dressed up as a Nazi and often made rude and offensive remarks about foreigners but, there again, so do the Royal family. We must also put to one side the claims that his gay Gardener, Robin Coxhead, made about giving him blow-jobs in exchange for jewellery, being as Coxhead himself was sentenced to fifteen months after having failed to say whether or not Freddie had been circumcised (with a nose like that, I’m guessing he has). As for his so-called hamster-eating shenanigans, well, we've all had a late-night Indian Take-Away, dear, so I very much doubt he's on his own in that respect. Therefore, I would have to conclude that Freddie Starr is actually a thoroughly normal British male with normal thoughts and normal habits. Having said that, yes, I do believe you were about to be shagged rotten by a second-rate comedian, but that’s showbiz. Whatever you do, Naomi, no matter how many people try and discredit you, you must stay strong, not just for yourself, but for all those other victims we've been hearing about; and, by the way, best of luck with the book deal. I'm available if you should need someone to write the foreword.