Just one theory, that's all. Just one… David Bowie, a man of many facets, facades, both factional and fictional. He feeds and grows on experiences outside what the ordinary you or I are nurtured upon. It's a very personal and at times, an almost neurotically self-obsessed nourishment.

Throughout his career, he has kept us well and truly informed of his own periods of transition, allowing us to view his private metaphysical snap-shot albums, where all the photos are self-portraits, cameos taken at oblique and tangential angles, but all in crystal-clear close-ups, never a blurred image. Opaque, maybe, but never blurred.

Another year, another decade, another David Bowie LP. Another LP to be analysed, criticized, glorified, deified?