Yep. My kids loved Jim'll Fix It and we delighted in it, while, all the while, he was fondling women and children, often in the studio. Rolf Harris with his light-hearted Aussie songs and his clever painting was a Big Thing when we were young. For about ten years we played music with a man who had lied to us about his past: his loving wife had sadly died and he had relocated to Cornwall to start all over again, even shacking up with a lady who was the widow of one of our beloved friends who had died young. He died of leukaemia and we played music and sang Nancy Spain at his funeral. Shortly after, we found out that the whole thing was a lie: his wife hadn't died, and he'd fled after being found out for sexually abusing his own daughter. His web of lies about his life, which involved far more than just those facts, was something to behold, once he'd gone. So that feeling of betrayal is incredibly sharp. The fact that people like him make you feel like a gullible fool is only the least part of it. I actually find it quite hard to hate, but I can come pretty close when it involves people who have lied and cheated in these ways.