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 Now I’m not one to believe all I read but one article in the Sunday rags caught my breath.
Apparently the un-named paper claims that watchdogs have recommended that Ecstasy be                                                 downgraded to a Class B drug, this of course coming soon after cannabis was upgraded from a Class                                                              C to B. It would be incredibly naive to suggest the cannabis is not harmful but to even suggest it be                                                                           on the same level as E is insane. Ecstasy is Class A for a reason– it’s likely to do a lot of damage,                                          quickly– we all remember Leah Betts– she didn’t die from second-smoking a joint now. Let’s hope it’s just idle paper-talk.
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Don’t have a Pop at the King!
 On Friday Michael Jackson turned 50 and the usual                                                                                       vultures formed pecking at his battered media corpse.
 It’s not hard to pick at the obvious and just like Britney, this                                                               man has conjured more money for others than himself. And                                                                                  considering Thriller remains the biggest selling album of all                                                                            time, that’s a lot of moolah.
 The one I read was one of my friend’s new best pal, Julie Burchill. That name may not jump out at you so much but she was quite a renowned journalist who worked her way up in the days when you could just leave school with nothing. She is probably best known for her work in literary circles– with the fantastic ‘Sugar Rush’ books which were made into a gripping and exciting Channel 4 series. Given the topics so well addressed and displayed in the aforementioned, this is why I find her sheepish stance that ever more disappointing.
 Speaking to another friend recently, he pretty much epitomized the general reaction to Jackson. A musical genius but a “kiddie-fiddler”. Good to see that medieval witch-hunt torch is still burning strong– and the Brits are meant to be more tolerant? Of course where there’s a hunt, there’s usually a ring-leader and that honour has been resting on the mantelpiece of a more slimy piece of media vermin for some five years now. Martin Bashir or “the bloke that interviewed Diana” certainly took his considerable piece of the Jackson pie and it was in that biased interview Jackson said that he would “love to go to a market, you know one of those places where you get the carts and walk around the aisles”. Yes, Jackson has had such an unliveable life for so long that he can’t even go and isn’t even really familiar with the humble supermarket.
 Jackson was never convicted of sexual abuse against anyone and to be honest just might be suffering from a skin condition– who are we to know otherwise? Yes he’s weird because he doesn’t never has and never will live a normal life– unless everyone leaves him alone– there’s a thought.
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