What a pity that poor, poor Michael Jackson had his final moments of international celebrity snatched cruelly from him by the events of this week.
Who will possibly remember the alleged baby dangling maestro of pop when his funeral took place the exact week that Kaz disappeared in France?
Michael is now Bad History whilst the real Thriller is unfolding as a nation awaits news of the La Kazster from La France.
It's now been over a week since anyone heard from the miniscule spiky-haired legend, the Doc Martin wielding dynamo of Northern Soul, the strident haridan of working-class heroism, the peerless Wag of Wigan, the Aphrodite of Accrington, the suave sage of Sauvignon Blanc.
We can but wait with baited breathe, our thoughts very much with the lovely Kev who may (*shudder*) be stuck in the gite with her. Send us a Gallic Symbol Kaz, for pity's sakes!!!!