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Last night, after watching Never Mind the Buzzcocks, I switched over to ITV to watch Michael Jackson, apparantly along with 15 million others. I only watched about 10 minutes of it before he annoyed me so much I had to turn it off. It was quickly apparant that while he had a hard childhood in some ways, it was no worse than many people's, and better than a lot. Anything on the programme was allowed out by him, so there was never going to be anything really unexpected in there. He's now just messed up, and very very weird. I was glad I hadn't watched the rest of it.