Ziggy Stardust: Who She?

 
'On Thursday 6 July 1972, halfway through an edition of Top of the Pops, David Bowie performed his new single, Starman. Dressed in a multicoloured lycra jumpsuit, he put his arm languidly round his guitarist Mick Ronson and looked seductively into his eyes. Now, exactly 40 years later, Dylan Jones has written a 200-page book, When Ziggy Played Guitar, all about those three-and-a-half minutes of television. "It was thrilling, slightly dangerous, transformative," writes Jones, who was 12 at the time. "For me, and for those like me, it felt that the future had finally arrived."
'...But did this moment really "create havoc in millions of sitting rooms all over Britain", as Jones suggests? We do not know, because no fossil record of its contemporary effect on viewers remains. In 1972 there were no Twitter hashtags to collate an instant collective response, and it was only in the 1980s that newspapers, faced with declining readerships, really began to cling parasitically to the younger medium of television as a source of comment and gossip. So Bowie's performance inspired no press coverage or public reaction at the time, simply vanishing into the ether to make way for The Goodies at 8pm."

Joe Moran - one of Fagburn's most favourite writers by the Billy way - in The Guardian questions the hype, fetishism, overstatement and false memory syndrome about Ziggy Stardust.
A great piece as per.
I think it's safe to assume if this book he writes of is by Tory dickwad Dylan Jones it'll be as crap as a dog turd.
Joe, I've never figured if you're gay, but if you are, drop us an email and we can go for a date.
I have discount vouchers for Pizza Express.
Warning! I'm even more boring in real life.
Though that might be a come-on to you.