Robert Evans

In his autobiography, immediately after describing his first date, he discusses a time of great excitement for me.

When one of the Mecca's lady patrons was discovered in several carrier bags in a ditch, this woman had been chopped to pieces and murdered and chopped to pieces, right?

Oh, my God.

He talks about this grisly murder in a way I've never heard anyone write about a murder.

He writes that, quote, this was a whole new scene for me.

I could never work out why it was necessary to cut her into bits.

All right, bro.

Now that's an unhinged way to describe.

What do you mean, kid?

Oh, it gets way worse.

Jimmy Savile's relationship to dead bodies does not get healthier after this point.

He's like 14 probably.

It's a little hard to tell again.

Yeah.

Young.

Yeah.

What's even weirder is this next bit.

Again, he's talking about a woman being cut up after getting murdered.

It was all part of a strange adult world that I never tried to understand.

And even though I had a good idea who'd done it, no one ever asked me.