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Michael Jackson’s GREATEST Songs Revealed!
And so the planet mourns the death of Michael Jackson. Singer, dancer, owner of monkey. Expect to spend the next few long months being force fed compilations of his greatest moments, most of which will feature Thriller, Billie Jean, Man in The Mirror. His so-called greatest hits. Only, really, they're not. Not by a million miles. We know that because we've listened to every single Michael Jackson record, at least one and a half times each, so we have a fairly advanced knowledge of his work. So, ignore these "experts", here are his real most wonderful moments...
And so the planet mourns the death of Michael Jackson. Singer, dancer, owner of monkey. Expect to spend the next few long months being force fed compilations of his greatest moments, most of which will feature Thriller, Billie Jean, Man in The Mirror. His so-called greatest hits. Only, really, they're not. Not by a million miles. We know that because we've listened to every single Michael Jackson record, at least one and a half times each, so we have a fairly advanced knowledge of his work. So, ignore these "experts", here are his real most wonderful moments...
TV Review: The Apprentice, 20/5
Alan Sugar, now affectionately known as Suralan - or, alternatively, a grimacing Wooly Willy toy with a haunted look in its eye stuck crudely onto a child's wrinkled body in a mortician's suit - sits in the high chair grumbling at moronic, vapid shills. It almost sounds like the perfect job doesn't it? Imagine being paid by the BBC to sit at a desk and break idiot's hearts for the entertainment of the braying public. It's one of the easiest jobs in the world. However, the catch is, he has to continually meet these dunderheads without pulling out a carpet stapler and filling their faces full of excruciating tiny wounds.
Alan Sugar, now affectionately known as Suralan - or, alternatively, a grimacing Wooly Willy toy with a haunted look in its eye stuck crudely onto a child's wrinkled body in a mortician's suit - sits in the high chair grumbling at moronic, vapid shills. It almost sounds like the perfect job doesn't it? Imagine being paid by the BBC to sit at a desk and break idiot's hearts for the entertainment of the braying public. It's one of the easiest jobs in the world. However, the catch is, he has to continually meet these dunderheads without pulling out a carpet stapler and filling their faces full of excruciating tiny wounds.
