Michael Jackson

I was just coming to terms with the death yesterday of Farrah Fawcett when I hear this morning of the death of Michael Jackson.

It is bizarre how the story developed through the day from first unconfirmed sympathetic reports of his being rushed to hospital with a suspected heart attack, through interviews on the BBC  with his lighting technician about  recent unpredictable behaviour in rehearsals, and then satellite banner news headlines about cupboards full of prescription drugs.

I guess the truth about his last days will never be known, what stands out is how the media manipulate and control and possibly invent to keep the story alive.

At the end it seems sad that somebody who was commercially successful and obviously gave pleasure to so very many fans remained a troubled unhappy person, but that is maybe me believing too much in what the media reports?