Its sad and the news has been a shock to many.
Naturally there was an outpouring of grief from those who actually knew him and his fans. Why? There’s an association there.
But what’s more sad and shocking is the opportunist associates engaging in what I would call ‘the eulogy circus.’ The most pointless so far being last Friday. I tuned into lunch time panel show just in time to hear the lead presenter say ‘our next guest was someone who was close to Michael Jackson…..’ (or something very similar to that) at which point an british ex-soap star as introduced.
THOUGHT PROCESS AT TIME
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Had everything gone silent you’d have been able to hear the tick, tick, tick in my brain as I pondered.
I looked at my mum confused and then I looked back at the telly.
I then looked at my mum again quizzically. And then back at the screen.
I, once again, looked at mum. But this time more closely, scrutinising her face looking for any signs of shiftiness.
Why?
Well what I was hearing on the telly didn’t make sense, so there had to be only one other logical explanation… At some point in the last few years, I must have met with an accident and suffered memory loss, with the doctors advising my loved ones not to tell me in case the emotional shock left my brain locked without its memories.
How else do you explain me, an avid reader of celeb mags, having no recollection of ex-soap star & MJ being BFs. (best friends!)
I don’t remember seeing long lens snaps of them out shopping, stopping off for a posh latte as they nip between the Gucci and Versace shops. Or pictures of them on a much needed beach getaway with the mag asking ‘who has the best beach bod?’
‘Close’ was what said presenter said. Turns out our ex-soap star was at a wedding with him once. Oh no, she wasn’t with him, they were in the room at the same time.
When they said ‘close’ they definitely implied it was an emotional connection and not one of proximity.
Well if this is the judging chart for being ‘close’ then I’m at next of kin status with half the Punjabi’s in the Hounslow area. And I can think of at least 25 families (and still counting) where I could be entitled to a share of the property should one of them cark it.
In all fairness, the presenters of this lunch time panel show were cringing and so wanted the ground to swallow them up. They looked totally betrayed by the editorial team.
There are people who knew MJ and worked with him – Quincy Jones, Diana Ross and even Will-i-am from the Black Eyed Peas, to name a few.
I can understand people who have great memories of his music, who felt like getting in touch with the phone in shows on MTV.
I too have a very dodgy memory of a Michael Jackson song and my first ever kiss, but that’s another story…which I will tell you about later.
But a whole array casual associates purporting to have a bigger insight into him…‘Michael would have been looking forward to his concerts’ or ‘Michael was worried about the London dates and his financial worries’ only to say five minutes later that they’d not really had any contact with him for years… Revelling in this tragedy and trying to keep their profiles up; tut tut…shameful!!!
There rant over…
I looked at my mum confused and then I looked back at the telly.
I then looked at my mum again quizzically. And then back at the screen.
I, once again, looked at mum. But this time more closely, scrutinising her face looking for any signs of shiftiness.
Why?
Well what I was hearing on the telly didn’t make sense, so there had to be only one other logical explanation… At some point in the last few years, I must have met with an accident and suffered memory loss, with the doctors advising my loved ones not to tell me in case the emotional shock left my brain locked without its memories.
How else do you explain me, an avid reader of celeb mags, having no recollection of ex-soap star & MJ being BFs. (best friends!)
I don’t remember seeing long lens snaps of them out shopping, stopping off for a posh latte as they nip between the Gucci and Versace shops. Or pictures of them on a much needed beach getaway with the mag asking ‘who has the best beach bod?’
‘Close’ was what said presenter said. Turns out our ex-soap star was at a wedding with him once. Oh no, she wasn’t with him, they were in the room at the same time.
When they said ‘close’ they definitely implied it was an emotional connection and not one of proximity.
Well if this is the judging chart for being ‘close’ then I’m at next of kin status with half the Punjabi’s in the Hounslow area. And I can think of at least 25 families (and still counting) where I could be entitled to a share of the property should one of them cark it.
In all fairness, the presenters of this lunch time panel show were cringing and so wanted the ground to swallow them up. They looked totally betrayed by the editorial team.
There are people who knew MJ and worked with him – Quincy Jones, Diana Ross and even Will-i-am from the Black Eyed Peas, to name a few.
I can understand people who have great memories of his music, who felt like getting in touch with the phone in shows on MTV.
I too have a very dodgy memory of a Michael Jackson song and my first ever kiss, but that’s another story…which I will tell you about later.
But a whole array casual associates purporting to have a bigger insight into him…‘Michael would have been looking forward to his concerts’ or ‘Michael was worried about the London dates and his financial worries’ only to say five minutes later that they’d not really had any contact with him for years… Revelling in this tragedy and trying to keep their profiles up; tut tut…shameful!!!
There rant over…
