When we were putting together the latest issue of Spectator Life, we had a debate about whether to put Donald Trump on the cover – not out of any political squeamishness, but because the article about him by Alex Connock is 26 years old. Back in 1990, Alex was a cub reporter for an American weekly magazine and was sent to Atlantic City to write a piece about Trump’s latest casino. The billionaire took a shine to him and made him an offer that, as a journalist, he couldn’t refuse: to join him and Michael Jackson on a trip in a private jet. Alex’s account of that adventure is so funny – and so illuminating – we decided it justified its cover slot in spite of its age. I particularly enjoyed Alex’s description of the King of Pop:
Michael was a nervous presence, taller than you’d think, with a finely shaped nose and visible make-up.
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