12-18-2025, 06:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-18-2025, 06:34 PM by CarlosCorbewrong.)
Just don’t get into necrophilia - one of the rotters is bound to split on you.
(Copyright, Irvine Welsh, quite probably talking about Jimmy Savile in his short story collection, Ecstacy, written well before the truth about Savile was widely known).
He definitely fucking knew:
“Freddy Royle had had, by his standards, a tiring day prior to his late afternoon arrival at St. Hubbin’s. He had been in the television studios all morning filming an episode of From Fred With Love. A young boy, whom Fred had sorted out to swim with dolphins at Morecambe’s Marineland, while his grandparents were brought back to the scene of their honeymoon, was all excited in the studio and writhed around in his lap, getting Freddie so aroused and excited that they had to do several takes.”
(Copyright, Irvine Welsh, quite probably talking about Jimmy Savile in his short story collection, Ecstacy, written well before the truth about Savile was widely known).
He definitely fucking knew:
“Freddy Royle had had, by his standards, a tiring day prior to his late afternoon arrival at St. Hubbin’s. He had been in the television studios all morning filming an episode of From Fred With Love. A young boy, whom Fred had sorted out to swim with dolphins at Morecambe’s Marineland, while his grandparents were brought back to the scene of their honeymoon, was all excited in the studio and writhed around in his lap, getting Freddie so aroused and excited that they had to do several takes.”
Would rather talk to ChatGPT