Did Jim fix it for you? Or what would/did you write to him and ask for?

I definitely had Pot Noodles in the 80s. Having double checked, the brand was launched by Golden Wonder in the UK in 1978.

#janglesbracelet

Pot noodles - posh git, and with your inconvenient so-called facts from that interweb!

#fistselevenyearold

just nipped out to the corner shop, "chilli beef" flavour, Mmm

I wrote to Jim twice. The first time I wanted to meet King Kong as I genuinely believed that:

a) He was real (Kong that is not Jim)
b) Me and the giant monkey had some kind of unspoken bond and would get along like a house on fire

Later on down the line once I'd matured (only slightly and to be fair there hasn't been an enormous amount of progress in that department) I wrote to Jim to try and get a trip on a submarine and meet my hero Mr Cousteau.

Jim shunned me not once but twice. The big nonce.

However, I did enjoy some success with my art, giving me fairly substantial children's TV bragging rights. I got a drawing of a Triceratops into Tony Hart's gallery and I won not one but two Blue Peter badges. One for a particularly haunting painting of Anne Bolyen.

Life has been something a downward spiral since those heady days.

I wrote once and it was bike related.

I asked him if I could meet the ti Raleigh team - my father worked for ti

In truth I was hoping I'd meet them, cycle a bit and then surprise surprise, they would give me a racer better than my Raleigh Arena.

No reply.

^ That is what everyone did. I wrote in asking to go to a computer factory - I know, that was what I was into in 1979 or whenever. Hoping that they would gift me a nice new 'pooter at the end of the trip. I think they saw through those sort of requests, I got no reply either.

I think they saw through them too and who could blame them.

I guess they were pretty familiar with cynicism - albeit more acceptable from a ten year old rather than a sociopathic nutbar.

Which is why not replying to my simple requests was particularly galling. I didn't really expect to enslave King Kong and keep him in a giant cage at the end of the garden, I just wanted to meet him. Nor, at 10 years old, did I want to keep a nuclear submarine.

OK, the bit about the submarine isn't true.

Keeping a nuclear submarine, as a 10 year old, is a legitimate concern.

What, as if, prowling around unseen, dodging those nefarious Russians and potentially saving the world from destruction from your bedroom was anything other than virtuous and thrilling?

You should be proud.

Yeah i deff Hart'd... involved some kind of charcoal drawing of the sea.

That reminds me this made me laugh the other day...

Art Attack: How to Draw a Cock - YouTube

just nearly soiled myself laughing at this.

I wrote to him twice.

First time was because I wanted to be driven around Brands Hatch in a Ferrari, second time I wanted to play drums with Phill Collins.

Didn't hear back.

I would still love to do either of these BTW

someone i know had a lucky escape

she was in the audience of totp when Savile was hosting and Marc Bolan invited her to the after party being thrown by Jimmy

luckily her mum was with her said no

My wife always kept saying that to black folks Saville always looked like a shady character and they'd never allow their kids on his lap.
I mean, he just looked like a perv, but then so do I, apparently.

I wrote to him twice.

First time was because I wanted to be driven around Brands Hatch in a Ferrari, second time I wanted to play drums with Phill Collins

I think I'd prefer to be touched up backstage.

There was talk that the BBC were going to try and bring it back again.

Recent allegations have meant that these plans appear to have been kicked into touch.

I wrote to Jimmy Saville asking to ride in the Tour de France. My father convinced me that he would probably say yes because he had been a cyclist and had ridden in the Tour of Britain. I had of course no concept of how hard the TdF might be, but even then I assumed, and would have been happy with, some kind of camera trickery as their means of achieving my wish.

Alas, (or thankfully) he did not in fact say yes. I didn't even get a reply.

In 2007, however, I fulfilled my long-held wish. As stage 1 of the tour rode through London on its way to Kent. I thought I'd better take the only chance I'll get and hopped on my bike and rode after the back of the peloton. A couple of other people had the same idea. Amazingly we were waved through by the gendarmes and following their lead, the British police. Across Tower Bridge, with Ken waving, people cheering. The brass band playing and the top brass saluting us. It was fucking brilliant.

We got told (in quite a nice way) to get off the course once south of the river, but that was cool. I'd just achieved an ambition I had cherished for over 25 years.

So fuck you Jim. Didn't need you and your poxy magic chair anyway.

Or a finger in your exit pipe as payment.

I'd ask for a finger in my exit pipe, not Jim's though, it'd probably get lodged up there now.

Fucking brilliant BlueQuinn, love it.

I think this is the best place for this.

one simple question

WHY ?

Why Jimmy, Why did you do it ?

Because he could.

No b&d because he was a fucking nonce from the start, what we called a 'wrongun' and as his professional career evolved he realised that he could pretty much make kids and other vulnerable people (i.e. corpses) do whatever he wanted.

He obviously had a massively controlling mum and this was his way of rebelling.

That'll be 500 knicker for my professional diagnosis.

At least Hitler wasn't a paedo, so I'm pretty sure he's circle above saville in hell.

...Later on down the line once I'd matured (only slightly and to be fair there hasn't been an enormous amount of progress in that department) I wrote to Jim to try and get a trip on a submarine and meet my hero Mr Cousteau.

Jim shunned me not once but twice. The big nonce.

Double double shunned then because Jim fixed it for a lad I met when studying to go on a submarine. Not only did he do this but it was a nuclear one (perhaps they all are now or he was lying/didn't know any better) and it was arranged outside of the TV programme.

It's a long time since we spoke but I'm pretty sure Savile wasn't there so he was never fiddled with.