Over eight
years, writer Dan Davies was given unrivalled access to Jimmy Savile
and his coterie, but no one dared to unmask the world he found... until
now.
I first met Jimmy Savile at his penthouse flat in Leeds in 2004. After buzzing on the intercom, I was told to wait in the small foyer of Lake View Court, a modern block overlooking Roundhay Park. When the wooden doors of the lift slid open, releasing a cloud of pungent cigar smoke, Jimmy emerged flanked by two large, unsmiling men. ‘Frisk him,’ he barked and I was pinned to the wall and searched for 20 rather uncomfortable seconds.
As I entered his flat he beckoned me through to his kitchen, which was decorated with tiles of pink and brown – or ‘the colour of sex’ as he put it – before sitting down in his reclining chair to begin regaling me with tales of his poverty-stricken childhood, his friendship with the Royal Family and his curious opinions on the opposite sex.
'Intriguing subject': Jimmy Savile relaxing at his flat in Leeds, where writer Dan Davies first met him in 2004