On his way in to Southwark Crown Court today to face charges
of ‘historic’ indecent assault and sexual assault, former Radio 1 disc jockey Dave
Lee Travis seems bemused by the sight of so many cameras. Having lived so long
on the airwaves, perhaps he cannot stop himself associating media attention
with professional success. Because being seen and heard – that’s-what-it’s-all-about,
folks. Even though he knows they’re here this time to capture him at his lowest
ebb.
Dave Lee Travis might have bumped into his old BBC
stablemate Rolf Harris, also facing ‘historic’ charges at Southwark; except
that Harris was allowed to use a side-entrance so that he could push his
wheelchair-bound wife into the building.
Both men deny all charges.
‘DLT’, Travis’ radio moniker from the old days, sounded a
lot like BLT: three fillings in just
the one sandwich; proof that we don’t have to pinch pennies any more.
In those days, we took it that everyone should have the
price of a BLT because DLT says so. Of course he never really did, but you
could hear as much in his radio voice.
Nowadays our intrinsic self-worth is not so readily
understood. You can hear as much in the spread of Operation Yewtree and the
sexual assault trials sandwiched into Southwark Crown Court.
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