My original post simply made the point he was an incredible perfor er, which he was, that is irrefutable.It wasn’t suicide, he was trying to whack off in some sick and twisted way with a shitload of drugs and crap in his system. So says his family.
Ive got a lot more time for the pregnant young mum on the high street who can’t afford a bus ticket than Michael Hutchence, millionaire, snorting and injecting or whatever, defiling himself in a cupboard, trying to contort his body into ways it wasn’t designed for.
Another moofy “look at me” “ look at me” rich greedy asshole pretending to be Gods Gift.
Gold chains and natural mullet.
He’s an appalling role model. I don’t want my kids being a self obsessed gimp like he was.
If he had kid issues, he could go to the family court like every other poor bastard.
Not that Sir Bob Geldof is father of the year, but he’s done a hell of a lot more for humankind than Hutchence ever dreamed of.
All that old “rock” stuff is dead, dead as a door nail. It taught kids bad ways and was generally silly.
Let it go Killer, it’s irrelevant.
These guys will make do instead:
It is also irrefutable he was suffering from significant mental health issues at the time of his passing, whether it was his intention to take his own life or by misadventure from an autoerotic experience we will never know for sure.
All of the other stuff you refer to has nothing to do with the original point I was making in the first instance.