One Hundred Words About Being Pointed at by David Bowie

 I was in our sitting room watching Top of the Pops the night David Bowie pointed at me. That moment inspired artists like Mark Almond and Boy George and many others. It also inspired me. Bowie was mesmerising. He seemed out of this world. I wasn't sure if he was a man or a woman. He seemed to be neither and both.

In doing that he completely broke down the very narrow idea I had of what it meant to be a man. I was thirteen and a student, a sort of prisoner at a secondary modern boys school.