Do you think Our Man can sit on his hands while the biggest story in the world drowns out Iran, North Korea and the new Star Trek movie on Twitter? Now, Our Man was desperate to find a local angle so he could jump on the Jacko bandwagon, but he can't. The good folk of Abiko noted his passing with little more than a "Yeah, he was a weird one."
Well, Our Man lives locally, so let him share a few well-thought-out thoughts. Those of you who are pre-pubescent girls and people with a defective music gene, stop reading now.
Still here? Right: Sure, it's bad form to have a go at the recently dead, but for chrissakes, we're not talking your dear old grandma here, we're talking Wacko Jacko, kiddie fiddler, monkey-loving freakface. Now, out of some residual sense of decency, Our Man was very restrained in his coverage yesterday, but after a proper period of mourning (one news cycle) it's time to speak candidly.
Thriller sucked. The video was rubbish. His records were shite. Sure, they made a lot of money, but so did Boney M.
Our Man could go on, but it's all said far more eloquently right here, sent in by an agent provocateuress back in Blighty who once dropped a pint of Guinness on Our Man's shoes without even pausing the conversation. One classy broad!