In Mexico City, it’s the same news as every where else in the world. Michael Jackson is dead. There’s not a single Swine Flu or narco killing story running on a tabloid front page. For once. If only a mega star could die everyday. I’m being sarcastic, of course. And I know that whilst he did have his detractors regarding his exploits with young children, there is a place in heaven waiting for him. I am assured that there are literally hundreds of dead Catholic priests waiting to welcome their hero. I know. I’m evil. And I’m going to hell….I’ve been told it all before.