No one has a bad word to say about David Bowie, but it’s about time they did. The pop star’s legion of fans depict him as the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. Few dare to question the awesomeness of His Grace, the Thin White Duke.

Almost ten years after his death, the cloying adulation for David Jones – could he have had a less cool name? – shows no sign of abating

Almost ten years after his death, the cloying adulation for David Jones – could he have had a less cool name? – shows no sign of abating. This week marks another anniversary: November 14, 1969, was when one of Bowie’s most famous albums, Space Oddity, hit the shelves. Cue another round of infatuated and over-the-top headlines about Bowie’s greatness.

Anyone who fancies bathing in the glow of the latest Bowie love-in should head over to east London where the V&A has devoted a slice of prime real estate to a permanent exhibition honouring his Holiness’s preposterous taste in outerwear, along with a nerdish reference library of Bowie-related tedium. Those making the pilgrimage should take note; many of the holy relics are behind glass, meaning there will be no touching the hem of any robes.

The syrupy sycophancy laid at Bowie’s platform-booted feet is especially prevalent amongst pop stars that came to prominence in the 1980s and 90s. Jim Kerr of Simple Minds........

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