I really feel rather unexpectedly sad.. Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcet. All in one go.
I mean I wouldnt have called myself an avid mj listener these days. But when I found myself booking tickets online and rec'd them, a flood of emotions returned. At first I had not known what it was but soon I was realise it was my youthful memories. Hanging in friends basements trying to set the world to rights. Before the stresses of the day to day grind. Before children, when there was hope and the world was my oyster. Not that I dont have hope now but then there a naivity about it. An innocence and that is what I am mourning most of all. Mj was a fantastic entertainer and I was so looking forward to seeing him and his show.. My heart goes out to his children and family, who all loved and protected him.
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Then there was Farrah, the one with the golden locks. All the girls were envious of her or wanted to emulate her. Her life was not void of contraversy either. But that can all stay buried in the past. I will remember how she made me feel when my mum bought her shampoo for me and I used it.. For just a moment I felt like she must have.. My hair was bouncy and smelt fantastic.. I came bounding out of the bathroom to show everyone. I must have been 8 or 10. I cant remember. And of course she was an angel, but really only did one season. My favourite angel was Kate Jackson.
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RIP my sweets
You will be missed dearly and remembered evermore
xx
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The Devil was angry at the conversion of Sussex, one of the last counties to be converted from Paganism, and especially at the way churches were being built in every Sussex village. So he decided to dig right through the South Downs, a range of hills along the south of Britain. He swore that he would dig all the way through the hills to let the sea flood Sussex in a single night and drown the new Christians. He started inland near the village of Poynings and dug furiously sending huge clods of earth everywhere. One became Chanctonbury hill, another Cissbury hill, another Rackham Hill and yet another Mount Caburn.
Towards midnight, the noise he was making disturbed an old woman, who looked out to see what was happening. When she realized what the Devil was doing, she lit a candle and set it on her windowsill, holding up a metal sieve in front of it to create a dimly glowing globe. The Devil could barely believe that the sun had already risen, but the old woman had woken her rooster who let out a loud crowing and Satan fled believing that the morning had already come. Some say, that as he fled out over the English Channel, a great lump of earth fell from his cloven hoof, and that became the Isle of Wight; others say that he bounded northwards into Surrey, where his heavy landing formed the hollow called the Devil's Punch Bowl.
