We climbed out of the taxi and paid the driver, then looked around for our young friend S. It only took a couple of minutes to spot him in the crowd with his mother. But who was that old bloke with them?
Dressed in a black and gold shell suit, with a shock of white hair, and smoking a thick cigar, I recognised the disgraced DJ Jimmy Savile. What was he doing here with our young friend?
“I’d like to introduce you to my grandfather” announced S. I managed not to blurt out “But I thought you were dead?” Meanwhile my mind raced to make sense of how a deceased “lifelong bachelor” could possibly have had any grandchildren, and how this villain could be connected to someone as lovely as S.