Sometimes it’s being reminded about interesting stuff, like Carlsberg once having a swastika on its label, sometimes wondering what on earth I thought was writing about, but once or twice looking back in sheer embarrassment.
Two posts in particular make me cringe – the first on the death of Cyril Smith and the other the death of Jimmy Savile. In both cases, I was reasonably kind in my views, but now we know what monsters they had been and I wonder whether I should just delete those posts as a way of cleaning house.
The trouble is, if I did that, that would be me trying to deny that I’d ever been taken in by celebrity, a sort of dishonesty by hindsight. So I’ve left them as they are.
The only consolation I have is that I’m not the only one. I heard Louis Theroux on the radio today recounting how after his 2001 documentary, When Louis met Jimmy, he considered Savile as a friend and now feels only shame that he too didn’t have a clue about the evil that that man could do.
At least Louis had an opportunity to redeem himself with his latest programme, Savile which aired on BBC2 last night. It makes for uncomfortable viewing, but is a story worth telling lest we forget that there can be manipulative scumbags lurking behind the veneer of celebrity.
Maybe I should compose a post along similar lines, but frankly, I’d need my brain cells disinfecting if I thought about Savile more than I have to.