Loved you to death after the watershed

A few months back, I was killing time in a motorway service station shop. I forget exactly why I was doing this, or which services I was in. Anyway, I found myself browsing among their selection of paperbacks.

There were a couple of "bloke books", in the Andy McNabb or thriller vein. There were a couple of celebrity biographies. There were a lot of books that, if correctly applied, would change the way you eat, make you thin, restore your energy, or turn you into a wonderful cook. Alledgedly.

( But everything else was misery )

You've been hit by, you've been struck by a smooth criminal

On Fridays this year, we ask...

( What's in the Box? )

In The Box this week we have:

Michael Jackson - Bad

Somewhere in the late 80s there was a brief interlude when Michael Jackson was post-plastic-surgery but pre-freaky-batshit-weirdness. During that gap, he made Bad.

I hadn't heard this album in years, and grabbed a tape copy in a fit of nostalgia. I was suprised to find I couldn't remember, without looking at the tracklisting, many of the songs on - but as soon as the tape began playing they all popped up in my memory.

The opening notes of Man in the Mirror, more than anything else, catapulted me back to a camping holiday shortly after the album had been released. I was with several rabid teenage Jackson fans, and a few second into the intro I was back in a sodden tent in a river valley in Alston, listening to Bad on a tiny, tinny tape deck.

Michael Jackson - Man in the mirror

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