An irritating morning today because, as usual, I left the house at 6.30 to go for my daily swim - er, have I mentioned lately that ... oh, right! - and the road to the swimming pool was closed presumably due to flooding from the tropical rainfall we have experienced lately - God, life is tough down here in the south west! Anyway, my usual time table has been completely upset which has put me in a real 'Mr. Grumpy' mood. However, all my irritations were soothed away by Ms. Raccoon's forensic examination of what sounds like yet another piece of televisual tosh masquerading as 'investigative journalism'. You may have noticed that I have become somewhat fixated with God recently. Whether this is due to intellectual curiosity or the knowledge that I am getting closer to finding the answer to 'The Great Question', I cannot say, but anyway I thank Him profusely for letting us invent this 'internet-thingie' which allows the likes of Ms. Raccoon to publicly 'slice 'n' dice' the sort of tripe that TV serves up especially when some moral hot-air balloon has arisen on a gust of popular hysteria. Please, take a few minutes to read her summary of what was, apparently, a TV "tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury and signifying nothing". She does not prove Jimmy Savile's innocence because she has no intention of doing so. What she does do with scalpel-like accuracy is to lay bare the screamingly obvious lack of even minimal proof of any the accusations, or perhaps 'innuendos' is a better word, so far made against the man. Her post is entitled "Trial by Posthumous Innuendo" and if like me you loathe and distrust mobs led, fed and encouraged by thrid-rate TV programmes then it is essential reading.