He never had a cigarette out of his hand and he weighed 95lbs.
'David Bowie was his very own creation, his very own work of art.
The British rock star's reputation of rampant sexual consumption inspired an offering of a warm dead body to sleep with when he was on tour in Philadelphia - an offer he later declined.
This was the boy from postwar Brixton [a district of south London] with his sights set on the world,' writes author and British GQ editor Dylan Jones in his exhaustive and fascinating new biography, David Bowie: A Life, to be published by Crown Archetype on September 7.'His entire professional career was one of myth, legend and invention.'Bowie broke out of the monochrome world of his upbringing in southeast England in the 70s dressed like a pansexual spaceman in a Day-Glo jumpsuit, sashaying across the screen like a 1920s film star, with dyed flame-red hair.
Behind the curve in the 60s, the 70s clicked for the singer musically and 'he exploited what he had in a way that was all-consuming,' writes the author.
They had a fantastic time - a brilliant night.” “But then, the next day, at 5.30… He invites himself in again, and sits down: ‘Yeah, I’ll have a gin and tonic, David.’ He tells the same stories - but they’re slightly less entertaining the second time around.
It was apparently here where the burgeoning friendship came to an end.