I sometimes think the life of Michael Jackson should serve as a massive cautionary tale. It has a bleakness that recalls Dickens’s imperilled child heroes Oliver Twist and David Copperfield but without the hope of a happy ending. The deep psychological flaws of a Macbeth or a Lear are as surely etched into his tortured face as the thousand scalpel tracks that signify a life fiercely devoted to delusion, but without the comfort of imminent death. A contemporary Prometheus, except with bits of his brain being eaten away rather than his liver, and not growing back. In short, a tragedy in interminable acts.
You wonder how, with a sizable chunk of the world acting as stewards, team
But is this stroll along the tightrope of respectability about to get a little bit tricky? Elizabeth Taylor and Uri Geller are one thing but Sir Philip ‘Slime’ Green? Now that is a descent into bad company beyond the imaginings of even a Dickens. Yes, the reprehensible retailer recently rewarded with a knighthood for services to tax evasion, now counts the fey one amongst his err, friends. The two were discovered dining at Japanese eatery Nobu (to be renamed Nobhead in honour of their visit) on Tuesday night.
Following their intimate sushi and sake fest, the long dormant prince of pop was invited to a private viewing of the fine collection of apparel available at Topshop. He heisted a couple of shirts and a jacket when his host whizzed off to have a much needed whiz against the
Last night’s appearance on The World Music Awards at
Just to be clear, The World Music Awards are not about what all the people in the world like to listen to in terms of music. World Music is the name for all the weird stuff that most people don’t like and you don’t hear anywhere except on wildlife programmes and BBC3 dramas. That Michael Jackson has been invited at all should be an indicator. That he was asked to take a leading role and lots of people even sadder than he and Sir Slime put together paid amounts of money reported to be anything up to £500 to hear him sing, ranks it lower than an X-Factor outtake show.
Ticket holders were lured by the prospect of seeing their hero perform the title song Thriller. Did they honestly think the last twenty-five years would melt away? Well actually that did sort of happen. Apparently the severe stage lights had a corrosive effect on the
There is a twilight sphere in which the artist formerly known as Michael Jackson is still visible and that is a stage filled with young children singing a song with only about half a dozen words in it. With the solid stiletto of Beyoncé acting as incentive, the fey one was able to muster himself to mumble the few words he could remember of We Are The World, the charity tune he co-penned with Lionel Ritchie when they both still had some musical credibility. ‘We are the world, we are the children’, he squeaked in compensation before hurling his Topshop jacket into the startled crowd.
According to The Guardian, gallant husband and wife team Peter Andre and Jordan were the only people at
‘He sounded really out of tune.’
I blame the parents, all of them, everywhere in the world.
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