Dear George,
I write to you today grief stricken. It may very well be 16*C outside, my train may have been on time this morning and a first class stamp may only be 46p today, but the world has changed. It has just been announced that the man, the myth, the legend Sir Jimmy Savile has died at the age of 84.
I understand that you have your own problems at the moment, but i know you'll understand that there is never a good time to receive news like this. For all of you don't know who Sir Jimmy was (firstly, shame on you) here is the story from the BBC news site:
Savile, who was one of the most famous names on British TV and radio in the 1960s, 70s and 80s, died on Saturday.
His family programme, Jim'll Fix It, drew in huge audiences and the programme received 20,000 letters a week at the height of its popularity.
Savile started out as a DJ on BBC Radio 1 and was the first host of Top of the Pops in 1964.
He also appeared on the music show's final edition in 2006.
His TV persona included chunky gold jewellery, a huge cigar, his trademark snowy white hair and a number of catch-phrases which were frequently parodied by impressionists such as Mike Yarwood.
Born in Leeds, West Yorkshire, Savile was conscripted as a Bevin Boy, working in the coal mines during the war.
But he was one of the country's first DJs in the 1950s and began his broadcasting career at Radio Luxembourg before moving to the BBC.
Off screen he did a lot of charity work, running 200 marathons and raising £40m over the years.
Savile was knighted by the Queen in 1990 for his charity work.
I know this will come as a shock to you mate, but stay strong.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
