The 'King of Pop' has gone. Sad isn't it? No, it honestly is, think about the different local and global implications. Globally, we'll never know whether his dubious child friendliness was merely that, or as the tabloids, and more famously, the blues brothers referred to as 'messing with the kid'.
Locally, there's only going to be one person who's over friendly to year 7's that we're ever going to talk about, and he doesn't have quite the celebrity status of old 'wacko', although they do find that contact with below year 8 is a 'thriller'. The king of pop may be dead, but the priest of purgatory is still alive and kicking, patrolling our corridors with a valium smile and access to all of the cameras. Yes, all of them. Bad news then, for the semi rotund, semi registered semi resident, who, now that Michael Jackson is gone, has one less person to blame for the 'secret photo's' on his laptop, that you must never touch, or he will kill you: or offer you to feature in the 'special' photo album, if you're partial to shopping in Claire's Accessories.
Nowadays, the 'smooth' headed 'criminal' is going to have to work solo.
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