Jimmy Savile gave me the willies

Yes, I can honestly say that as a child, come Saturday tea time it wasn't the daleks or the cybermen that had me hiding behind the sofa but the strange white haired man dishing out medals from his ominous, gadget laden chair. Of course I had no idea then that he may have been a child molester. In fact, other than the warnings provided by Charlie (see below) I had no idea what one a pedophile was. There was just something faintly upsetting and unsettling about the man. Never mind how was he allowed near children, how was he allowed near television centre? He appeared to have no discernible talent and was really quite creepy.

And speaking of the daleks am I the only on to notice a strange resemblance between his gadget laden chair on Jim'll Fix it and that of Davros? OK just me then.

Obviously child abuse is a terrible thing and not something to make flimsy jokes about. However with each fresh allegation on the news I'm starting to be reminded of the end of Spartacus or the Life of Brian where everyone stands up at once to volunteer themselves. I'm just waiting for the news were someone announces, "I was abused by Jimmy Savile and so was my wife", they can use this Action Man doll to show them where he touched them. If you weren't abused by Jimmy Savile, it's only because you were eagle-eyed (I'll get my coat).

Of course I agree with many people who say that it is a terrible shame that all of these allegations have come to light following his death so that he is unable to (delete as appropriate)

1. Defend himself
2. Be tried, found guilty and sent to prison
3. Have his balls cut off and displayed in a cabinet in Westminster Abbey

I've been noting the Stalinist style re-naming of everything Jimmy Savile related (room at the Royal Armouries, road in Scarborough etc.) and I've begun to compose a list of things that also need renaming in the light of these allegations:

• Jimmy's hospital in Leeds
• Savile Row in London
• The film, Jingle All the Way
• The song, Mr Bojangles
• The Marathon chocolate bar - ignore that, they obviously move fast in the world of confectionery.

Please feel free to add to this list using the comments section.

This blog is a travesty. It's a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham

The below is probably more deserving of a tweet than a blog post but I already have more fake online identities than Grant Shapps and don't want to add another Twitter account so it will need to live here.

I was contacted by one of my army of readers to let me know how much his wife enjoyed reading my blog and I quote, "[my wife] thought your blog was very funny and 'just like a proper one'. Whatever that means." - I too am now puzzling over this. If this isn't a proper one what is it?

The post title of course, for those wondering where I had purloined it from is a quote from the excellent Woody Allen film, Bananas. 

How do you like your doughnuts - Wi Jam in

Well if there's one thing I've learned from not being able to touch a drink it's the importance of finding something to fill that void in your life. I seem to have unconsciously selected food. Every time I feel like having a drink I just reach for the least healthy snack or junk food I can find.

I was at a local tea shop on Saturday and had a coffee and a large slice of chocolate brownie with my morning paper. I then found myself back at the counter, empty plate in hand saying, "same again please" as if ordering my second pint of the day.

I imagine my next visit to my GP will be along the lines of, "well the good news is that your Gamma GT levels indicate your liver is recovering from alcohol abuse, however you do now have gout".

My weight seems to be gaining at a dramatic rate. This didn't occur when I didn't eat from one day to the next, beyond the occasional packet of peanuts. In fact keeping food down was often more of a challenge that keeping my first vodka of the morning down. Now I don't seem to be able to get from breakfast to lunch without imbibing something otherwise only seen on Man vs. Food - and he's only doing that as a challenge, for me it's a tasty snack.

One pill makes you larger and the other makes you small

Well fish and chips with salt and vinegar did no apparent harm, beyond the normal damage to my body that it would do anybody not on Antabuse. This has led me to thinking. What if these are just chalk white tablets with no active ingredients and not Disulfiram. What if, in fact, I'm a part of an experiment on heavy drinkers to see if the fear of being ill would be enough to keep them away from the booze long enough for the medical world to look smug and say, "see, you weren't really addicted after all". A little bit like Dumbo's magic feather that allowed him to fly but in tablet form.

That said I was speaking to a 'fellow traveller' some time ago who told me that whilst he was on Antabuse he had thought, "I'll just have half a lager, how bad can it be". Next thing he knows he's having to stand under an ice cold shower, fully dressed, to try and get over some of the worst of the sensations ripping his body to pieces. So on reflection I think I'll stick to the plan.

What about pickled onions then?

Speaking to my Dad last night about the whole no vinegar on Antabuse issue yesterday evening, he pondered and mused on this for several hours before eventually saying, "so does this mean no pickled onions then?".

Up until this point this had not occurred to me. This led to a discussion around the whole area of pickled cabbage, pickled beetroot and so forth before my Dad finally said, "and what about Branston*".

Well, this was just too much so it was decided there and then we should test whether this would produce an adverse reaction in me. We decided to perform an experiment. I realise this is hardly the kind of experiment that gives Professor Brian Cox a hard on and I doubt they are shitting themselves at the Faculty of Medicine of Imperial College however we felt it was important to test early on.

A cheese and pickle sandwich was prepared and consumed. It is now fully 9 hours later and I can confirm no ill effects so far. This bodes well for tonight's fish and chips experiment where we will push the bounds of clinical testing further.

I will of course be writing all of this up for Nature in due course.



* Other brands of chutney and Gentlemen's Relish are also available

The Bitterest Pill

Well job done, first dose administered. If I never took another tablet of Antabuse again, I still wouldn't be able to have a beer until a week tomorrow without being very ill.

The doctor very kindly explained to me that I now have to forego vinegar as well. Vinegar? It's in bloody everything. Try going out for a meal and saying 'I hope you didn't use any vinegar in cooking this or it's coming straight back up'. I'd adjusted to the thought of no more wine, beer, vodka or whiskey but now I'm going to have to forego balsamic, malt and so forth. Still I'll live, I suppose. He also kept making a big deal about aftershave despite my assurances that I hadn't worn it since I was about 20. Drank it yes, but not worn  it.

On leaving the doctor's my first thought was, I could murder a pint. They thoughtfully provide a very, large pub at the end of the very, short road. So I popped in for a coffee.

Idea for a new TV Show

This will combine a survival show with a Rough Guide/Lonely Planet Style travel guide.

Title: Lower Middle Class Liberal Survival Guide (may need some work)

To star: Myself

Synopsis: Each week our hero is dropped into an unknown European country with only 500 Euros. He doesn't speak the language and must get by using all his years of honed skills in the field. His first job is to ascertain whether the Euros will do or he needs to change them.

Next he must book into a reasonably priced boutique hotel avoiding the major chains, close to the town or city centre, using only his own years of trained know how in gesturing and pointing.

Once having established shelter, he must locate a source of English books to read and not just 50 Shades of Grey or Jeffrey Archer but something intelligent and readable without being a weighty academic tome.

Having acquired a source of reading materials he must next find sustenance. A restaurant for the evening that will offer genuine local cuisine and not some fast food dive. It can't be one of those places though that's so authentic they serve the fish with the head still on.

Next will be to locate a local bar that is warm and friendly and offers the opportunity to attempt sexy chit-chat with local girls who he's probably old enough to be the rather attractive uncle of.

After resting for the night, he must scour the town looking for his own brand of cigarettes, jabbing wildly at his empty packet.

Once sated he must then book a local river/canal/sea cruise that will allow him to see the local town or city without having to walk any further as his feet are killing him.

etc, etc, etc. Contact the blogger for further details.

Day One - Taking my first dose

Well, I've been meaning to do this for some time so here we go a blog. This will be a mixture of observations about being on Antabuse and my general ramblings about life.

After many years of letting myself, friends and family down due to the booze, rehabs and programmes today I'm switching to Antabuse a tablet that will make me chronically ill if I so much as sip on a Bass Shandy.

I take my first observed dose (ooh, methadone chic) this morning. Let's just hope, despite the words of Richard Ashcroft that the drugs do work.

This will be my third attempt at taking my first dose as on the previous two occasions they have refused to give it as I've been drunk. I will be accompanied this time by my father to ensure I get it.