My Tribute to David Bowie: The True Starman 1947-2016

He took no title of Sir and declined a CBE but David Bowie was close to royalty with his contribution to the arts over the past 47 years of his career.

I’m not going to pretend I’m the number one David Bowie fan, because apart from a stint of watching the movie Labyrinth everyday for about 3 months solid when I was 8, I didn’t actually get into and appreciate his music until I was way late into my teens. I remember once, when I was 20 years old, I had to get the 2A bus from the centre of Lancaster to University campus and the bus took a particular route through the Hala estate, notoriously steep with hills and riddled with slow old people taking forever to flash their bus passes to the driver. I was irritated because I was already late for a seminar I was not allowed to be late for, and it had just started Lancaster raining (this is much fiercer than any other UK rain) and I didn’t have an umbrella. And then Starman came on my Spotify, and as I hummed the words, I felt much better. It wasn’t an epiphany, or a moment of transformation. I just listened to the lyrics and then replayed it over and over again until I got to campus.

With an ex of mine, we used to constantly listen to The Best of Bowie on his dad’s old record player and dance around the little wooden hut we lived in like the hipster 21 year olds we thought we’d be forever, and I remember loving every minute of it. Fast forward 4 years, I listen to Bowie in the mornings whilst I get ready; or as a ‘panic song’ for when my mind goes blank at house party’s and most of the time whilst I’m walking somewhere so I can strut and pretend that everyone around me are just extras in my ultra cool and alternative music video.

My point is, Bowie for me sits up there on my internal music shelf, sometimes not thought of for a while, sometimes overplayed in just one day. I place him up there with Coldplay, The Beatles, Elvis, The Beautiful South, NWA and that one song from Visage I like. Songs that I can just pluck down and remind me of a time in my life, or a feeling I had when listening to it before.

David Bowie represented all ages, all races, all genders and all sexuality. His songs filter through some of the best known films and productions of the past 20 years, Buddha of Suburbia, Moulin Rouge and Shrek among others. His Aladdin Sane imagery features on the t shirts of those who bought online from eBay without the foggiest of who he is, and his lyrics adorn posters in student flats from 1970 onward.

So as I stood last night with hundreds of others at the vigil held in his birthplace of Brixton, we raised a glass for the master of reinvention, projected his images onto walls and even witnessed the defacing (debatable) of a statue adorned with the Aladdin Sane eye emblem. There were big Bowie fans there, there were people there just for the crowds but either way, there was this buzz. This buzz of everyone wanting to just celebrate this great, great life.

We should be thankful to David Bowie, not just because he was incredibly talented, but because he taught everyone the most valuable life lesson of all; that you should be whoever you want to be, you can change, you can stay the same, or be a hero, forever and ever.

Heidi Klum is the Queen of Halloween

I’ve always liked Heidi Klum and her and Seal were the ultimate noughties power couple, until she decided that a kiss from a rose was more of a kiss from a turd. Anyway, like I said, I’ve always liked Klumy but I now LOVE her after seeing how strong her Halloween costume game has been over the years. Stuck on a costume idea? Let Heidi’s finesse and utter imagination be your spirit guide to a crazy, wacky and wonderfully dressed Halloween.

Like the year she went as Lady Godiva complete with actual steed.

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Or when she went as Vishnu and painted her whole body blue

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Or completely unrecognisable one year as a Crow

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Or you know had some spare time to knock up this futuristic outfit

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Or when her and then husband Seal rocked it as Apes

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My personal fave, as an inside out muscle human thing

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Heidi is the Queen of Halloween as she rightfully demonstrates here being Cleopatra

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I have so many high hopes of what she’ll turn out as to her annual Halloween party this year.

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TV Review Week 1: Coronation Street

So I work in TV, but don’t actually get that much time to watch it, unless I don’t want to socialise with friends or you know..sleep. But I thought considering I do work in the industry, I should begin by generously spreading my opinion of TV, both good and bad….and this week, the nation’s favourite…Coronation Street was my pick.


“So I felt guilty about not seeing my parents recently, so I trudged home to Manchester to eat everything in the cupboards and relish the fact that I wasn’t commuting anywhere for at least 3 days.

I had some time to kill before seeing some friends from home and getting drunk in the pub that used to serve me when I was 16 and so I have to pretend that I’m at least 25 and haven’t only been out of uni a year, so I found myself watching Coronation street with the rents.

Coronation Street, Corrie, ah whatever you want to call it, is crap. I mean I used to watch Corrie when I was younger and wanted to stay up past 8pm but when I got into my teens, I was more interested in Chris Fountain in Hollyoaks than Sarah Louise’s child growing up and passing their driving test before me. Well since then, I’ve cut off all ties with Chris Fountain, especially since he released that weird rape rap song under a not so heavily disguised pseudonym and I mean word on the street is that Gail Platt is at least on her like 5th husband but yeah, I was bored and full of takeaway pizza so I thought I’d just grin and bear it for half an hour. And boy is that what I did.

So it was Tracy Barlow’s wedding day and she’s marrying this Rob guy who happens to be Carla’s brother, although at first I asked my mum if the secret she was referring to was that they were having an affair, so they’re brother sister relationship was already a bit too incestuous for me at the get go. But no, turns out, sneaky Rob killed Tina! Tina, the poor lovely Tina! Tina who was played by Michelle Keegan, who is engaged to Mark Wright of TOWIE fame, so is also obviously mentally unstable.

Anyway, Tracy finds out that beloved Rob killed poor Tina and naturally in true Tracy Barlow style, goes absolutely mental, starts calling Carla a big fat liar and is royally upset that Sneaky Rob has done a runner from the big day but of course totally 100% adamant that he didn’t have anything to do with Tina’s murder. Hmm…not the sharpest knife in the ol’drawer are you Tracy? Then again, your mum is Deirdre after all…

After much toing and froing, and hmms and some shots of people looking devastated and literally saying lines like ‘I’m devastated’, we are shown the delights of simply how bad the acting in Coronation Street is. The tone in which most characters were saying their lines was more cringey than a Year 11 drama class and really gave fellow cringe factor shows like Doctors a run for their money. At points I think I would have rather have been watching the sweat on the palms of someone on Dickinson’s Real Deal than Fizz make another gasp and Tyrone give everyone in the room side eye as his mechanical brain tries to work out what he’s going to order from the chippy.

When I watched Corrie back in the day, Les was constantly toing and froing with Janice and Richard Hillman was being the sneakiest man on the block, and there were actual story lines like Sarah Louise’s shocking barely-even-a-teen-pregnancy and Todd getting it on with that bloke we don’t remember the name of and showing the nation the first on screen gay kiss.

Nowadays it’s still being ruined by Tracy Barlow’s massive gob and Sally Webster’s inability to keep her knickers on. I’ll rate this particular episode a 4/10. Too many shots of the inside of Tracy Barlow’s wide mouth and not enough Steve Macdonald.”


*Thank you to the kind soul on The Huffington Post that supplied the creepiest/funniest image of Ken Barlow to date.

Next week’s review will be on the recent venture ‘Glue’, written by the talented Jack Thorne and produced by Eleven Film.

My semi-kind-of-not-really-interview with Kit Harington

So I met Kit Harington today, he came into work and I was given the lovely task of welcoming him into the office. First of all, yes he really is that good looking, and yes he also a lot shorter than I thought, however, also ridiculously pleasant, especially as it was 10am on a cold Tuesday morning and he had just finished a block of filming in Belfast the day prior.

So the three things I managed to ask Kit in the 2.5 minutes it takes to show him and his equally good looking friend up to our building?

Me: Have you come far this morning?

Kit: No I’ve come from North London.

Me: Are you tired?

Kit: Yes, I flew from Belfast last night.

Me: Will you take a stupid selfie with me?

Kit: Yes, of course.


As I’ve never seen Game of Thrones, much to a lot of my friends dismay, I am now more inclined to watch it. Not because of the sword fighting, medieval misogyny or hunky men riding around on horseback but because of Kit’s reasoning..

Kit: Are you likely to be hungover this weekend?

Me: Yes.

Kit: Watch it then, it’s great for a binge watch.

And since I’ve run out of Orange is The New Black and Glue, I’ll have to give it a try.