Its true what they sat about Los Angeles, there is a sense of unreality here, that really doesn't exist elsewhere. The emphasis is entirely on entertainment, and the "stars"; who you know and what you know about US centered contemporary culture, with the occasional mention of an obscure foreign cultural star, film or act, just to show that you are "in" and not totally La La. We arrived in LA at midday. Dave picked us up, and drove us back to their house in Santa Monica.
At 2.50 pm Teresa's boss rang to tell her that Michael Jackson had died. In typical Hollywood style news of his death got round quickly - he died at 2.26. Most TV channels (CNN included) didn't report it 'til gone 3.
He was staying in a house a couple of miles from where we are, and her boss had rung because she knew that Laird (Teresa's son) was to appear in a video along with Michael Jackson (and 300 other kids) on Sunday, in preparation for his big comeback in London later this year.
I sat and watched the live transmission later of the removal by helicopter from the hospital to the Coroners office. His body, wrapped in a white cloth, was transferred from the Helicopter to the Coroner's van, and it looked very lonely, no family, just a few officials.
Farah Fawcett also died, and also pretty young at 62.
But its ok, there's arugla in the supermarkets. The Michael Jackson jokes had started within 3 hours.....
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