'Vriiiipp!' David yanked the zip of his jacket up, and proceeded down the high street, his boots clomped on the pavement as he whisked his lanky form down and across the roads. The streets were relatively empty, apart from a few cars that turned in. His miss-matched eyes noticed a gang of teenagers messing around at the end of the pavement, and he grew wary of his reception. He kept his head down and brushed past them, but of course one of them looked up, and reacted. "Oh my god...David Bowie!!!" He gave them his straight smile, and made to carry on, but one of the boys broke off and he heard them coming up behind him. "Is it really you?" Though he didn't stop walking he answered mutedly.
"Yep I'm Mr Bowie." The boy seemed to stop dead in response...and began to flag his friends in excitement. He heard them yards behind him gossiping...plotting. It wasn't long before he heard six pairs of shoes, padding on the ground heading straight for him.
"Ziggy...ziggy...ziggy!" A girl swooned, fo