Friday, 26 June 2009


This is the view at the back of our house at 2.30 am this morning. Beginning to get lighter in the new day. I couldn't sleep and got up to get a drink, and was able to see my way to the bathroom without turning on the light.

As I sat here to upload it onto my laptop and then to the blog, I heard the news that Michael Jackson had died at the age of 50.

What a sad man he was - a little boy who never grew up. Some say he was an innocent, but I wonder. I didn't trust him, I'm afraid. I would never trust a man who wants to play with my children, have sleepovers or want to share a bed with them.

I know there is no such thing as 'normal' in this world of ours today, but he was an eccentric, lost little boy. With friends like Uri Geller and David Blaine, it speaks for itself.

He certainly gave us some fantastic music, but I don't think he was the 'icon' the celebs speak of.

Such icons we have these days - Jade Goody and Michael Jackson.

May they rest in peace.


Papoosue said...

It was a breath of fresh air to read your post. I have to echo your sentiments exactly - I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt that way. A strange world we live in. xx

tea and cake said...

thank you, papoosue. and, judging by the jokes that are currently being texted everywhere, others echo some of this as well, I see.

you probably don't remember when Elvis died? we had days and days of great music on the radio and telly - so that's good. x