Michael Jackson passed away last night at the age of 50. I've never made a secret of the fact I am a huge fan, I have his initials tattooed on my hip, and have loved the man since I was 9. His career has been dogged by controversy and strangeness, but to me, he was a beautiful soul, whose life must have made it very hard to be 'normal'. I've always found peace in his beautiful smile, which had been rarer and rarer in his later years of life. If I'm honest the news of his death isn't as big a shock as it perhaps should have been. I'd read enough varying reports of his ill health to know that something like this was inevitable. I'm hugely saddened he didn't get his one last chance to shine at London's O2 arena.

So rest in peace, Michael. Your music will be the legacy thatl lives on for years to come.