I can’t help but feel that there are certain similarities between Lance Armstrong and Sir Jimmy Saville. Both appear to have been liars according to press, reports. Both were seemingly able to cover up unwholesome activities for many years. Both appear to have assumed that they were unchallengeable. One is dead though, which is a significant difference. The dead it seems cannot be libelled.
I never met Saville although I have viewed his Lochaber highland retreat during the course of a Glencoe Safari. Not a place I could possibly imagine such a flamboyant personality wanting to live in, unless of course it fulfilled some unknown need. By the roadside in a dark moody glen. Misty and remote, Saville’s house seems to invite questions about what he saw in the place.
Likewise Lance’s 8,000-square-foot Texas house seems to invite notions of how a man who rode a pedal cycle, albeit to several Tour De France Yellow Jerseys, views his world. Accused of being a bully, liar and a doper by his team mates with the possible accusation of being a cheat looming, he seems like Saville to have been protected in some way by the very industry who created him.