I just rang Hen about this as it brought back a chucklesome memory.
Exactly one year ago today we were staying in a log cabin in the mountains of North Wales.
I was just waking, when Hen came into the bedroom and told me; "Michael Jackson's died!"
My first, "early morning, muzzy after a few pints the night before" reply? "I said he's been looking pale recently."
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
I would have been at work, or heading to work. I know this because I always seem to be at work!!
And it would have been one of those whispers than seems so unbelievable that everyone jumps onto a news site to see if it's true or not.
I remember the the first discussion on everyone's lips when it was confirmed (and after the initial surprise) was in relation to his fondness for young children.
I don't remember a lot of sadness or otherwise caring about Michael himself - except in the media.
Life is like photography. You use the negative to develop.
