Yesterday I watched a fascinating documentary called The Detectives about Greater Manchester Serious Sexual Offences Unit meticulously investigating a rape and also (separate case) historic child abuse by the DJ Ray Teret, a mate of Savile and found it riveting. When they found the graffiti evidence they were expecting under a layer of wallpaper in his former flat the feeling of revulsion I felt and the sense of evil perpetrated made me more sure than ever that nobody should ever joke about those men.
Buying fresh peaches and nectarines






