I'm very sad that a man I've always admired should be revealed as someone quite different. My family enjoyed his songs and artistic efforts on TV for what seems like decades. I've found myself humming and singing his funny comedy songs ('Ladies of The Harem of the Court of King Caractacus', 'Five Young Apprentices' and 'I've Lost My Mummy' for example, which among others, I taught to my pupils.) On his animal clinic show he appeared to be compassionate and gentle (which perhaps he was.) I also watched with great interest the documentary of his portrait painting of the Queen. I'm no art critic, but he seemed to me to have enormous talent and a particular style of rapid, minimum, broad brush strokes which instantly depicted the subject in a different light to the conventional portraiture of other artists. It's almost as if Father Christmas is finally revealed to be a drug dealer. Such wonderful talents, but now in my mind it's all gone sour. What a great pity.