Turns out that it was’t actually, well, you know, it.

More a case of, This Isn’t It but here’s a little something to keep them all in a glove-brandishing, tear-stained collective catharsis for just that little bit longer. But of course, ‘It’ is for the fans and that gives us all licence to speak entirely in vapid cliche for, like, ever.

Those of us fortunate enough to have been invited to the premiere weren’t just given the usual run-of-the-mill chance to get all spangled up to watch a movie; no, we were there to offer support. Now this, I’m sure you will agree, is infinitely more promising.

And challenging. It’s saying something by dressing up and turning up. A whole new perspective. So totally my kind of night.

And you can imagine the conundrum. For us. Showing Support. I mean, the smile-to-pout ratio had to be seriously calculated beforehand. But what to wear? Now that really is it, so to speak.

I think I just about managed to get the balance right. I had a few throw-back eighties touches to a largely black-on-black outfit. The dress said demure, not wanting too much attention on myself, while highlighting my frankly fantastic breasts. While I did smile I think I also managed to pull off thoughtful and maybe even hints of sadness, but not too sad.

I need the fans to know I appreciate, I really do, the chance to publicly show support.

They looked so happy. The fans. Delirious. Like we were all part of something. Together. It was almost emotional. See what I mean about the vapid cliche? It’s impossible to entirely throw off its cashmere-padded shackles.

What’s that? What did I think of the film? Oh I didn’t stick around for that.

Tags: film, MJ, ms shelebridee