JACKSON DOESN'T WANT TO BE RIDICULOUS

You'd have thought that Michael Jackson would know well enough by now when to leave things alone - and by "things", we're not (on this occasion) talking about ten year-old boys in Andy Pandy pyjamas.

GQ has run a slight piece detailing one of its writers "attempts" to find Jackson in whichever Middle Eastern state he's hiding out in right now, illustrating it with a Jacko impersonator in a variety of fairly amusing pictures.

Now, you or I might see this and think "well, there's no such thing as bad publicity." Or maybe "it's GQ - who reads GQ anyway?"

Not Jacko.

He's drawn attention to the pictures and demanded the issue be withdrawn, and pulped:

“Mr. Jackson is furious that his image has been used in such a misleading way, and is demanding an apology from the editors of GQ, and its publisher, Conde Nast. Mr. Jackson is also demanding that the magazines be pulled from newsstands.”

Mr. Jackson really needs to get over himself. It's nice to see that - having apparently avoided bankruptcy - he now wants to burn up yet more cash on pointless legal activity.

Frankly, if anyone should be upset, it's the Jacko lookalikey. Twenty years ago, he could have had a lucrative career pretending to be one of the world's greatest singers; now, thanks to MiJack, he's reduced to pretending to be a kiddie-fiddler in a children's cinema. Maybe he should sue Jackson for ruining his professional reputation.

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