Time for Debrett's Pop Peerage?

Many years ago, when I was studying to become a Blue Badge guide in London, a very useful reference book was Debrett's Peerage, an invaluable guide to the British aristocracy. I think it's time for them to diversify and produce a guide to the aristocracy of pop.

Yesterday Kai overheard me talking to Ian about the fact that Prince is playing at Roskilde this year.

But Daddy, he's dead.

No, Kai, Michael Jackson is dead. He was the King of Pop.

I thought you said he was the Prince of Pop.

Well yeah, he was but then he died and now he's the King of Pop.

I thought that was Elvis.

No, no. he's the King of Rock.

Well, I prefer Lordi anyway. And he's not dead either. Just undead. Is he Prince of Anything?

Well, no, maybe he's a minor Duke of Darkness. Cos Ozzy Osbourne is the Prince of Darkness.

Who's King of Darkess, Daddy ?

That position is vacant at present, darling.

I'm just grateful he didn't mention Lady Gaga, the Sultans of Swing, King Sunny Ade or Queen Latifah.

And let's not get into religion! I don't want to have to explain about Judas Priest, Deacon Blue or indeed why dear old Mozzer is the Pope of Mope.