I’ve just finished watching the Michael Jackson memorial on CNN and Sky News. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, I thought with the family being very religious, it was going to be a bit, “churchy” (apologies if I offend anybody, apart from enjoying the odd gospel tune, I’m not particularly religious). But I found the whole thing very moving and very touching. I loved Rev. Al Sharpton’s speech I must admit and my favourite moment was Britain’s Got Talent finalist 12yr old Shaheen Jafargholi singing “Who’s loving you.” He was supposed to join Michael Jackson at his London concerts and he was asked to perform at the service. Apparently somebody had asked Berry Gordy who Shaheen was. He said “I haven’t the cotton-pickingist idea. But if I was still in the business I’d sign him up.” I hope he does get signed up.

I have to say, by the end I was completely teary-eyed, especially when Michael’s daughter paid tribute to her dad at the end. I don’t care admitting it. You’d have to be hard as nails not to be affected if you watched it.

And what with the anniversary of the 7/7 bombings and the ceremony at Hyde Park today, it’s been a sobering day.

Signing off in a sombre mood.

To those in that big United States, I wish you a happy birthday. Have a great weekend and raise a glass in celebration for me.

I don’t mean the last bit, but last night my client called me a “celebrity” . He said after months of perusing my site, reading my reviews and my blog, he said it felt a bit like meeting a celebrity. I was dead chuffed as he was filling my head with lots of compliments. “Don’t…..stop. Don’t……stop”, I said. “No seriously, don’t stop with the compliments”. Just kidding, I wasn’t that vain. But of course it was lovely hearing so many things.  Especially when for years I’ve had to endure hearing so many lovely things about SJ.

When I tell people that my best friend in the business is Sarah Jane, I could be in the middle of fellatio and I get, “Oh, she’s such a legend, I’ve admired her for years.” I could have my boobs dangling in a guy’s face and I hear, “she’s a bit famous, isn’t she? What is she like?” Hello!! There are a big pair of brown tits dangling in your face with huge nipples waiting to be sucked and you’re asking me, ‘what’s Sarah-Jane like?” It’s a good thing I like the woman and I bear her no ill will, (she says as she pushes a pin doll of SJ underneath the cushion).

So after it’s taken me seven and a half years, I’m now a celebrity. I shall now behave accordingly.

“Do you know who I am?”

Ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.