While looking for a local masseur (no, not that sort of masseur), I discovered that David Bowie lives locally to me and is happy to come over and give you a massage in his spare time.
What a lovely bloke. Though I think I'd forego the happy finish...
MLYW had a dream about David Bowie the other day. He invited her round to tea, which they had in the company of another, unknown woman (it wasn't Iman) who scowled a lot. Apparently he serves battenburg cake and fondant fancies. The battenburg is specially coloured to match his eyes.
That is all.