I'm sat here. On break. Stunned. In tears. One of the UK journalists who helped to break the Jimmy Savile story in 2013, and for which he co-won a London Press Club award, has just e-mailed me to ask if he could write the story of my book for a national UK newspaper.
This has been a very, very long time coming. I'm not in tears for me. I'm in tears for Hugh Simmonds' grown-up children, who now may finally learn the truth. I'm shocked. I'm humbled. I'm grateful. And I'm terrified. I've not been in touch with those children for twenty-some years. Their mothers, quite rightly, shielded them from me.
The universe sure works in strange ways ...
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