So here I am in my hotel in San Francisco. Glued to CNN and the deranged circus that is the commentary on Michael Jackson's death. The horrendously invasive media impeached and berated him for his entire life. I don't think I am required to add anything about this sorrowful and controversial character, or pass judgments on what he did or didn't do. The only thing I am sure of is that he was the music my childhood. He made me dance around my front room whilst my mum did the ironing on a Sunday afternoon. That's what matters to me.
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