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It was shortly after I bought supper for Michael 's mum and brother in a Devon pub that I had my Jackson epiphany

By Sam Leith   August 2009

I never met Michael Jackson, but I met his mum and his brother once—in a slightly scuffed coach-party hotel, by the north Devon coast in the off-season.

It came about because, late last spring, my girlfriend, Alice, was filming a documentary about the Jackson family moving to the town of Appledore. Alice and her director were staying in a hotel in nearby Bideford. I arrived to visit her for the weekend—and there they were, installed in the lobby bar. There was Mrs Jackson, Michael’s brother Tito—five years Michael’s senior, Tito was the third of ten Jackson siblings and the guitarist…

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