Just saw the Bashir interview re-run. Bashir and King Michael enter the kind of luxury goods emporium that would normally associate with an amusement arcade. "Isn't this a bit tacky?" asks Martin. "Don't be silly", replies Michael, as he dodges another vanilla/ gold/ cherry/ aquamarine Titanic vase.

Michael can barely be bothered to touch his children. They clearly love him, as it is the natural instinct of a child to love its parent. No natural love flows back.

Michael is a female version of Elizabeth Taylor.

Michael's nose is one of the great fuck-ups in King of Pop history.

Michael still has a lovely voice- well, he did then.

Michael is the spawn of fucked-up America.

Michael is dead.

Michael loved his children very much. Paris said he was "the best dad in the world."

Don't be duped by Bashir, that was a hit piece edited to make Michael look bad.

You can say what you want about Michael's problems, and cosmetic surgeries, and drug addictions, but one thing must be made clear - Michael was a kind, loving, generous father, son, brother, friend and philanthropist. In painting him as simply an Elizabeth Taylor type diva, you only demonstrate to know very little of his true character.

I judge as I find. If you were with him in Neverland, and privy to the inner sanctum of his true character, then fine. I wasn't. Forget Bashir. Michael was on camera throughout that documentary, the shooting of which took place over a period of 7 months. That's not fakery. He chose those God-awful lamps. He was wearing those Hamley's military jackets, with their faux insignia. Had he settled down with a High Sheriff's Lady in civilised Dorset, dressed at Gieves & Hawke, and continued to support Fulham FC and Exeter City, we might have been able to save him.

Michael picks his team.

Previews ok, but won't send. Weird.

Hmmm - see what you mean

Michael, where are you?

You can't possibly object to his military jackets.