It does not usually fall to me, to comment on such matters: this is because of today’s PuritaNazi “guilt by association” meme, as in what used to happen to people that even just _/looked at/_ Witches that were on their way to being burned.
I’m not sure that I ought even to be opening my mouth here, as any sort of comment can be so dangerous, and taken the wrong way can lead to death.
I’m hoping that I shan’t get dragged by the happily-screaming-mob into the fire-tumbril merely by referring obliquely to the bound-and-gagged man, as he is drawn past me on a ground-hurdle, spat on, and pelted with dogshit.
Being alive and a young man in the 1950s, 60 and 70s meant this thing, amoong others. You _knew_ (we all knew, we weren’t stupid you know) that to simply _be_ a disk-jockey, and (specially) _on the radio and the telly!_ was to be able to _get_ all the girls that you could possibly handle. They literally _threw themselves_ at these people. Being Men Of The World, we’d advise our teenage female counterparts “not to go with that fella” (I’m not implying here that it would have been DLT himself so as not to prejudice the case) and “not to queue up with the dozens of other girls” outside his dressing room after TopOfThePops.
You and I both know that we all did this out of personal jealousy. We all knew that we could /not pull our girls/ for anything more than a shallow snog, as we had no money and no cars, and that the DJs could (pull our girls). So we buried our sorrows and played bridge with each other instead.
Came and went the time….and now, the last taboo left standing is “older men fondling younger women and girls”. Speaking as I am as a teacher, of course this is not acceptable. I have far too much of a solid reputation to lose by even _leaning towards a female student_ , let alone “touching” her…(I’d be killed in the local paper and then elsewhere.) But showbiz was, is and will be always different, like Formula-1 ( I bet you 5p, just wait till the stuff in there comes out to dry, in a few years’ time when Bernie Ecclestone is dead and “can’t induce women not to come forward” with better offers than the Police can make.)
(I think that “coming forward” is a “Police Expression” for “because we mean to prosecute regardless, we are actively looking out for fantly-plausible-stories, vaguely-correlatable in time, that might back up our hypothesis”: I’ll be treating it like that from now on. Sorry to be so cynical about the British Police, but really, they have become wall-eyed-PC-goons and therefore they will pretty much have to go. Non-Anglosphere-nations don’t seem to have this specific Police-problem.)
So where does this leave us? 30/40/50 years ago, if you were a girl (or even, tell it not in Gath) a “woman”, and you went to gig of a famous DJ, and you either queued up outside (or _accepted an active invite to go into_ ) his dressing room “after” …what we we now after all these years to think?
If we are all so outraged in the 2010s, that young women used to get “touched” (and maybe more sometimes, I do not know – but they didn’t object at the time when it was already a crime) by these people, here’s a solution:-
Look up all the ticket-manifests, all the guest-lists, all the lists of “hospital inmates” and all the lists of “studio guests” that peple like this man _might have possible ever met_ . Trace them. Find them.
There can’t be more than one million as this is physically impossible. A million girls didn’t go through Radio Caroline,TopOfThePops, RadioOne and the rest. Therefore the top-ceiling for automatic compensation, without the spectre of witchburnings, is £100 billion or much less, if we offer £100,000 cash to each and every one of them or their estates if they are dead. If we leave the EU now, we can save that and more inside four years. It’ll take at least that long to sort out the vast queues of many millions of angry and impecuneous middle-aged-women “coming forward”, most of whom will not be on the afforementioned manifests and lists.
So we don’t need these trials and witch-burning spectacles, we can dispense with the mob-hysteria, Britain can leave the EU, and the money can go to all the “claimants”, 99.99% of whom will be happy. And old DJs who only did what they did “because they could” (like a dog can lick his own willy – because he can – ) will die in obscurity.
On the cash envelope, it will say:- “Look, things were different then. Girls chased showbiz dudes because they could, and showbiz dudes took chasing-girls because they could. Nowadays we frown upon that, and throw the book at people. Take the money, remember your mis-spent youth which will never come back, and live with it.”