Perhaps you’ve spent the last several weeks with superglue in your ears and lying unconscious at the bottom of a mineshaft full of cotton wool – somewhere on Mars. If so, then you’re probably the only human left who hasn’t heard: Michael Jackson died.

The King of Pop’s final curtain-call came as a surprise to most of us, apart, it seems, from the tribute documentary makers who, within 12 minutes of the shaky LA ambulance videos being aired, had rustled up enough memorial TV reminisces to fill a couple of weeks worth of broadcasting… (more…)