Julie Burchill Julie Burchill

David Bowie had sex with underage girls. Is that creepy or cool?

Though I adored David Bowie as a teenybopper, I felt that one would have had to have a heart of stone not to laugh at the lush smorgasbord of lachrymosity that accompanied his death earlier this week. I said as much in a short blog on these very pages. Soon I was trending on Twitter, and from the comments you’d have thought that I’d shot, cooked and eaten Shergar the Racehorse.

But I stand by what I said. Like Princess Diana and Nookie the Bear before him, Bowie was not some selfless saint; he was a sharp-eyed, ambitious creature who once floated himself on the Stock Market in the 1990s, and sold himself for the advertising shilling – when already a millionaire many times over – in 2006 to a bottled water company.

I strayed upon the Facebook page of the excellent feminist essayist Louise Pennington, who had already been driven to distraction by grieving trolls.

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