David Bowie terrified me. I was a late developer, a shy teenager who looked up to the cool girls at school flashing their well-worn copies of The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, reinforcing the feeling that they had joined a club I could never be part of. He was theirs, not mine. He didn’t belong to me. I was standing outside the door, looking in and not even … [Read more...] about RIP David Bowie: his script is you and me, boys…