These children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds, are immune to your consultations; they are quite aware of what they're going through

As a melodramatic teen, I'm a melodramatic adult to be honest, but as a teen I was very impressionable. Especially when it came to my eldest sister. She had all the advice going and all I wanted to do was hear what she had to say. I remember being amazed hearing her recite all of an Alanis Morrisette song from memory one Saturday when she had me sat on her bum tickling her back.

So, it was Helen who introduced me to David Bowie, my dad probably had subconciously due to the mixed cds, probably tapes actually, in the car, but it was Helen who made me really listen to him. She got me all smitten with The Breakfast Club which features the best lyrics from Changes at the start of the film. I knew it was going to be a life long appreciation.

With every boyfriend, a different David Bowie story, which was remembered this January 10th; Pat and I loved Labyrinth. Pat would always pretend to juggle a glass ball on his right hand which would have me in stitches.

With Chaz, is was a memory of the hilarious Extras episode where Bowie sings a song about Gervais looking like a fat pug. I had the song in my head all day long.

And with Iain, the memory of David Bowie would be listening to Rebel Rebel in the Bencoolen on a week day evening, when we just fancied a drink, and I would actually listen to his jukebox recommendations. Rebel Rebel is probably one of my favourites.

So, here's to you Mr Bowie. Great on all accounts, and always ever so present.

(Would like to state that I'm sure he would be more disappointed on what was aired on the Celebrity Big Brother episode, than my ability to relate everything back to my fucking ex boyfriends)