Having been in LA for over a week, and actually being moments away from UCLA on the day he was admitted, I’ve been more than well placed to witness the emerging theories and mongering at source.

OK, the dude was already on his last legs – did you see the nick of him at the online conference to announce his UK dates? Why can’t you accept that he was jiggered, knackered, riddled with drugs and absolutely beat by the relentless treadmill of his life and treatment by the very same clowns who are now filling our screens 24/7 with their simpering obits and fawning appraisals.

So ‘devastated’ are these news channels, that they’ve resorted to creating ridiculous theories about his final hours, hounding the poor doctor who was with him at the time of death and trotting out sorry assed career losers claiming to have the inside track on Jacko’s state of mind before his departure.

Can anyone explain why we need to hear Miley Cyrus’s thoughts on his passing? Why the promoters from the UK concerts could possible be interested in offing him? Why Kendra and her new reality show are allowed to have an opinion? And why there seem to have been 24 hour Jacko channels set up to ‘honour’  his name and shift advertising.

The man had a dodgy end to his career, but is that really a good enough reason to profit by association after he’s gone?  The view from where I’m sat in LA is not celebratory, but maudlin and tawdry. Let him rest in peace and MOVE ON guys…….

oh – and bets are open on how long liz taylor will stick around now….. nice.

Celebrated by the inspid chunterings of jobsworth journos validating their freebies whilst jobbing bands phone in, on the whole, sub standard performances to whacked out goons in jester hats.

It seems that every cretin who can string a sentence together, and some who clearly can’t are now on the Glasto freebie bandwagon. Including what seems like the whole of the BBC. Surely a better use of our licence fee would be to take all the tickets wasted on the staff ‘working’ there and give them to the poor sods sat at home unable to afford a ticket, or locked out due to over distribution of said free tickets to all the journalists ‘working’ there clogging up the site to capacity.

First up Magic Arm filled me in on his laptop folktronica, he’s been described as a loop pedal troubadour, and when you check his live set in the show you’ll see what they mean. He’s got a new album, Make Lists Do Something and sits nicely alongside artists such as Adem or even Beck.

Then i swanned along to the Electric Ballroom in Camden and hooked up with Metric. great folk, whose runaway surprise hit, Help! I’m Alive has been setting blogs and radio alight for the past few months. They were charming, and delivered a wonderful outdoor acoustic rendition of a track from their new album, Fantasies.

Then some crazy cool dude who loved all music offered to get involved in our filming, so we’ve got an extra special bit of live footage from the tremendous gig that followed our chat. All in all, a very special episode of Flyposter, coming soon…

There’s more to be told, including some nice gobbets from Orange ad star Steve Furst, professional baldie and nice lady Gail Porter, Sam Sparro, Olympic torch mugging victim Konnie Huq, the killer of Barry in Eastenders, Janine and most importantly, Lydia’s breasts…..

…now that’s a Fair Trade!

boom boom!