Michael Jackson Bowled Over by Exuberant Fans - "I love these people."

yahoo.com ^ | Jun 14, 2002 - 2:12 PM ET | Paul Majendie

[Cincinatus' Wife]

EXETER, England (Reuters) - Michael Jackson was knocked to the ground Friday by excited fans fighting to touch the pop legend at a London railway station.

The American superstar, jostled and pushed in the melee, was lucky to escape injury as mass hysteria gripped his die-hard admirers.

"It was just horrifying ... he was knocked to the ground," said spoon-bending psychic Uri Geller who had invited Jackson on a fund-raising charity trip to the southwest English city of Exeter.

"I honestly thought we wouldn't make it and we would end up in hospital," Geller told Reuters Television after battling to get aboard the "Jackson Express."

"For a moment I thought he would faint. But then he suddenly looked at me and said 'I love these people' and I said 'Are you okay?' He said 'I am okay' and kept waving to his fans," Geller added.

Geller, who is hoping to raise money for a children's charity and his third division English soccer club Exeter, said he had never before experienced anything like the screaming mob.

"I have been around for 35 years. I have met Elvis Presley, Elton John, John Lennon, all the Beatles. I have never ever seen anything like that and I hope I never will see it again. Michael was crushed," Geller said.

Bedlam erupted as Jackson and his entourage arrived at London's Paddington station to board the train to Exeter as a screaming mob of fans from all corners of the globe tried to get close to their idol.

Each excitably clutching a $150 "ticket to ride," 100 die-hard Jackson fans clambered aboard the train for "country away day" with the star.

The scene at the station was pure chaos, recalling Beatlemania back in the 1960s.

Scuffles erupted and extra police were called as the fans surged forward on the platform.

The scene was in stark contrast to a rather more sedate tour the Jackson team took through the echoing halls of the Houses of Parliament in central London.

"I want that," the pop legend told his entourage as he admired the throne where Britain's monarch sits once a year to formally open parliament in the ornate House of Lords.

"Can you get it up to the ranch?" one of his assistants asked three burly bodyguards.

Jackson, accompanied by Geller and escapologist David Blaine, showed particular interest in the extensive House of Lords library. "Do they have cartoons?" Jackson asked.

Blaine asked librarians to track down a copy of a 400-year-old book of magic -- "The Discovery of Witchcraft." "They burned most of the copies," he explained.

[Cincinatus' Wife]

I don't think that's a glove.

Birthday thriller for minister as Michael Jackson drops in Gold braid, chaps doing funny walks and flunkeys bearing ceremonial hairbrushes are the things of everyday life at the Palace of Westminster, so in that sense a visit by Michael Jackson was hardly going to be a thriller.

U.S. pop star Michael Jackson smiles to the crowds from a stage at Exeter City Football Club in Devon June 14, 2002. Jackson, who is in Britain on a brief visit, took part in a charity fundraising event with Israeli psychic Uri Geller who is co-chairman of the football club. REUTERS/Darren Staples

[RightOnline]

""It was just horrifying ... he was knocked to the ground," said spoon-bending psychic Uri Geller who had invited Jackson on a fund-raising charity trip to the southwest English city of Exeter."

Uri Geller and Michael Jackson..............hmmmm; one bends spoons, the other bends gender.

[plinker's2sense]

That nose if his is hideous.

[Cincinatus' Wife]

Electronic Telegraph Birthday thriller for minister as Michael Jackson drops in - By Benedict Brogan, Political Correspondent (Filed: 15/06/2002) [Full Text] Gold braid, chaps doing funny walks and flunkeys bearing ceremonial hairbrushes are the things of everyday life at the Palace of Westminster, so in that sense a visit by Michael Jackson was hardly going to be a thriller.

But yesterday morning the ancient eccentricity that is the trademark of the Lords and Commons paled into insignificance beside a pop star whose best friend is a chimpanzee.

That he was accompanied by Uri Geller, the self-proclaimed psychic whose party trick is bending spoons without touching them, David Blaine, the young American magician and escapologist, Patti Boulaye, the soul singer turned Tory, and the exiled Crown Prince of Yugoslavia merely added to the oddity of the moment.

And it culminated in what must have been one of the most improbable meetings in parliamentary history when Jackson and his entourage were ushered in for a chat with another wearer of outlandish uniforms, the Lord Chancellor.

Lord Irvine's office was unable to provide an account of the conversation that followed between the singer of Tabloid Junkie and the connoisseur of claret and fine wallpaper. "He knows who Michael Jackson is," an assistant insisted. "I don't think he had to be told."

Hopes that they might have tried on each other's stage gear were dashed when the Lord Chancellor appeared without his full-bottomed wig or his breeches and buckle shoes. Nor is it known if they exchanged presents and if Lord Irvine will be sporting a single diamante glove when he next appears on the Woolsack.

The singer, who wore a black, double-breasted dinner jacket, a white, wing-collar shirt without a tie and a silver bracelet on his left wrist, paused frequently to dab his face with a make-up sponge. A make-up artist accompanied him at all times.

Jackson's fleeting visit to the Palace brought the place to a standstill as staff lined the corridors hoping for a glimpse of the enigmatic star.

Wielding an umbrella to protect his chalk-like complexion from the sun, his hair primped every few minutes by an aide with a brush, he was shown through the grandest rooms and expressed a desire for the throne in the Lord chamber. "I want it!" he announced with the certainty of a squillionaire.

In the Royal Gallery and Robing Room Jackson was mobbed by tourists. He shook hands and signed autographs, then gave an impromptu demonstration of his moonwalk.

The tour was arranged by Lord Janner, a friend of Mr Geller's and fellow member of the Magic Circle club of magicians. He described the occasion as "totally unique".

Unlike the Commons appearance earlier this year of Alicia Keys, another American pop phenomenon, Jackson was not asked to perform. But he provided the harmony when the group sang "Happy birthday" over a cake for Paul Boateng, the Chief Secretary to the Treasury who was recently promoted to the Cabinet.

Mr Boateng said: "What a fantastic birthday surprise - I can't believe it. I thought it was a spoof. It is the most incredible surprise. It's the best present ever. I can't believe that I'm with the most famous musician."

Jackson's brief appearance on the Commons terrace provoked screeches of excitement from fans on Westminster Bridge, before he was whisked away in a convoy of limousines.

Jackson appeared last night at a fund-raiser for Exeter City Football Club, of which Mr Geller is the new chairman. In a 10-minute appearance, he spoke about children with Aids to a 10,000 crowd. After admitting he knew nothing about the World Cup, he agreed with fans that England were going to win. [End]

[pariah]

That nose if his is hideous.

And his complexion is white as a ghost. But his lips are ruby red, and oh so kissable! (gag)

[plinker's2sense]

lol, and to think he paid money for all that. :^)

[Jonathan]

There is NOTHING nice, adorable, funny, cute, or acceptable about a Pederast. He is a rapist with a huge amount of money who can buy his way out of any situation that a normal child rapist would have to face jail for.

[TightSqueeze]

There seem to be only two kinds of people in the world, upon the arrival of Michael Jackson… There are those that would advance toward him, and those that would retreat. Everyone instinctively knows what he or she would do under the circumstances prior to his appearance. Go figure.

[sneakypete]

Michael Jackson was knocked to the ground Friday by excited fans fighting to touch the pop legend at a London railway station.

I wonder how much that cost him? Remember him paying to be refered to as "The King of Pop",and the fake marriage to Priscilla Presley? He/she/it/whatever pays for publicity stunts to keep the career alive,and the old girly-boy has had a hard time of it lately. His new album got almost 15 minutes of attention,and even the French have gotten tired of him. He's one step away from being a circus side-show freak.

[sneakypete]

That nose if his is hideous.

So are his lips and skin tone. Look closely and yuo can see the outline of his old top lip.

[don-o]

Bad WIFE!

This 'un needs a barf alert.

[sneakypete]

Why doesn't some Englishman complain about somebody from their gooberment allowing a known child molestor to enter their country?

[sneakypete]

And his complexion is white as a ghost.

And he keeps getting whiter every year that passes. Who knows,maybe he will write a song with the title,"It doesn't matter if you are white or whiter!"?

[sneakypete]

There is NOTHING nice, adorable, funny, cute, or acceptable about a Pederast.

OR anyone who provides him "cover" by accepting him and inviting him to public events. While there is no doubt in my mind he paid money to be a part of this celeberty tour,it is the heighth of hyprocisy to even take money for children from a known child molestor and rapist.

[Jhensy]

I wonder how much the public really knows about how EVERYTHING surrounding this guy is faked, bought, a flat-out lie. Even the professionals in the PR business are appalled at the sheer level of fraudulence.

A frightening object lesson of what happens to those who let vanity, narcissism and self-pleasure overtake their lives.

[dighton]

[Orual]

...said spoon-bending psychic (FRAUD) Uri Geller who had invited Jackson on a fund-raising charity trip to the southwest English city of Exeter.

Good article on the Geller-Jackson friendship. Starts at paragraph 10.

[waterstraat]

Anyone can try to discredit him, but the fact of the matter, is that M Jackson has millions of women, particularly young women, enthralled with him. You can make all the smug remarks that you wish, but you cannot ignore, argue with, nor deny, his success.

The best way to measure a male's masculinity, or manliness, is by seeing how many females he attracts.

By that measure, M.Jackson is one of the most masculine men, if not the most masculine male in america, if not the world.

Everyone who criticizes M.Jackson, does not have even a tiny fraction of the number of M.Jackson woman admirers. Millions of females would do anything to be with him.

These females are not just fans, they want to be with him to date him, and go to bed with him.

I dare you to find any other male in the whole world that has so many females that are so hot for him.

[Orual]

I dare you to find any other male in the whole world that has so many females that are so hot for him.

T minus 10 and counting.