I can see that it’s sad for you that David Bowie is dead, dear … but I don’t see why you’re quite so bothered about it.
“I think it’s because he was like … my own biographical Zeitgeist, Mum.” What? “… He was the same generation. The same geography when I was a kid. Streets not miles away from mine. I could have gone to the same school. Major Tom in his tin can – Space Oddity – I was at art college when that was playing on the radio.”
Oh, I remember you coming home from college for the holidays. I had to tell you off … your nails were filthy. “That was printing ink, Mum.”