Michael Jackson and my WARDROBE 

Finding Micheal Jackson in flimsy underwear rifling through my sock drawer was the last straw .It was the mid 80s and I had turned down all public appearances, despite this, celebrity was still courting . I pointing my luger water pistol   I escorted him to the main gate …I shouted across to a sheepish Diana Ross “Jesus Diana what were you thinking  you will be hearing from my lawyers in the morning !!” Two weeks later I had sold the condo in Santa Monica and was on an Aer lingus flight to Shannon .I faxed the studios and asked for my name to be removed from all up and coming albums

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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