A glove that can turn your life around, make you popular, make you successful? Bull****..
..or at least I thought.
I can't remember exactly when my heart won over the inner cynic, but something made me order Michael Jackson: The Glove that night, maybe it was the Urban Myths we all have heard or maybe it was the reoccurring dreams of being on a stage in front of millions, clenching my fist so tight I swear I could feel the sequins.
The funny thing is I don't even remember clicking order, I just know it turned up all of a sudden, at my door. It turned up when I needed it most.
I was an orphaned teenager living with my aunt and uncle, while I was successful at school I never had any *real* friends and was constantly getting grief from a kid called 'Flash' for preferring the King of Pop to Coldplay. One morning, in tears, when I think I'd reached my absolute limits, I was about to tear down my poster of Michael shooting awesome beams of glitters out of his hat and replace it with one of Chris Martin eating a pear, then, Aunt May knocked on my door.
A parcel had arrived for me! The sender - Play, the item - Michael Jackson: The Glove!
I shut the door, breathing heavily, slipping Michael Jackson: The Glove onto my right hand, IT FITTED! With my out stretched hand and Man in the Mirror cranked up to the MAX I shouted HOOOOOOO! Like a miracle, glitter, shot out of my hand, a sparkling beam of stars.
Needless to say, pretty much everyone wanted to be my friend at school the next day when they saw me wearing Michael Jackson: The Glove.