I knew something wasn't quite right with Michael Jackson when I heard that he and Lisa Marie Presley went on honeymoon to DISNEYLAND PARIS.
I went to Disneyland last year. What struck me most about the place (apart from the incessant piped music, the exhorbitant cost of everything and the never-ending queues) was the amount of couples who were there WITHOUT CHILDREN. That's right. On their own. For "fun". Grown men and women, apparently perfectly normal and not displaying any obvious signs of mental illness, who appeared to think that holding hands while traipsing around a moused-theme amusement park in the rain was an acceptable adult activity. Not, say, visiting the Louvre, or dining beneath the chandeliers at the Plaza Athenee (only marginally less expensive than the buffet at the Disneyland hotel), or gazing into each others eyes over strong coffee and croissants.
I think that may explain his huge fan base. That, and the fact that Don't Stop Til You Get Enough is a FABULOUS tune. Oh go on, it is. Admit it. You can't fight the funk, baby.