(Chalk dust! Everyone can see that there was chalk dust…)
There’s an old Marvin Gaye song, ‘Wherever I lay my hat is my home’.
Paul Young did an awful, very Eighties version of the song – but, to be honest, it really wasn’t one of Marvin Gaye’s finest, to begin with.
Still, whatever you say about the song, at least I don’t think Michael Jackson ever performed it.
Mind you, if he did, he’d better change the title a bit. ‘Wherever I lay my hat is my haunt’ would serve him better.
As the following tabloid story tries to show:
“Michael Jackson is to rent a house near haunted caves during his concerts in London The eccentric singer is reported to have paid £1 million to rent a large country house near the edge of an ancient 22-mile maze of haunted passageways.
The undisclosed home is thought to be close to the Chislehurst Caves in Bromley, in the south-east suburbs of London. Ghost sightings have been reported at the caves, which were dug in chalk by the Saxons, Druids and Romans”.
Old Ross Perot (the man who paved Clinton’s way to the White House) had a favourite saying: “The Devil is in the details” - and what’s true enough for Ross, the Rubik cube and needlepoint, remains so for most of the rest of our lives.
So, I dearly love that bit in the story about those Saxon, Druid & Roman caves, which were ‘dug in chalk’.
Truly, could there be a more fitting description for the man himself? Apart from the fact that he would be the ghost at anyone’s pajama party, can you think of anything better for the exiled king of pop’s headstone than this riff on John Keats’ last resting place:
“Here lies One Who was dug in Chalk”
(Paul Young, eat your heart out…!)
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