Around 30 years ago, one of my brothers and I were travelling home from work around the Sandhurst & Crowthorne area. It was a hot, sweltering summers day, so hot we always carried water with us.
As we drove we spotted a small blond haired man jogging, he was sweating so much he looked like he was going to drop down and die. I asked my brother to pullover so I could give the man some of our waters, he pulled over, I gave him some water.
Thanked us with the words, “lifesavers chaps”, then continued on his way, waving as we passed him.
That small, sweaty man was the pig, now rotting corpse named Jimmy Saville.
I am so sorry we stopped please accept my apologies for sharing water with a demon 🙁