David Bowie was your mums brother and also got along well with your dad. Every now and then they would go and have a few drinks together in the pub. He called over almost every second weekend. He lived by himself so he loved to spoil you and buy you loads of things. One Friday evening there was a knock on the door. It was David Bowie. He seemed to be hiding from paparazzi. He sighed and placed the flowers for your mother on the table and the six pack of beer in the fridge. He unwrapped his scarf and saw you standing there. “why hello, how’s it going?” he says as he rummages through his pockets and pulls out 100 pounds and hands it to you. “A little present from your uncle, alright kid?” he winks and ruffles your hair