So Michael Jackson’s reckless, unscrupulous money-grabber of a doctor was to blame for the star’s tragic death.
Jackson’s fans are taking heart from Conrad Murray’s conviction.
But Michael’s addiction problems were always the root cause. It didn’t take a six-week trial to work that out.
He lived in “a pharmaceutical Never-Never Land.”
A powerful anaesthetic used to knock people out before surgery was just the thing to get him to sleep; shockingly, he called it his bedtime milk.
I don’t get it. The rest of us dread the anaesthetic should we ever need an op. The prospect of being rendered unconscious and maybe never waking up terrifies me. Plus you know that when you do come round, you’ll be retching for days.
How on earth did he get off his sick bed of a morning?