Suzi arrived at the Bowie’s flat– grandly called Haddon Hall– late in the afternoon, and was greeted by a completely surprised Angie. Many long moments passed while Angie starred into Suzi’s eyes without any apparent recognition. “I’ve come to do your perm,” Suzi finally prompted. “Ah, yes,” Angie replied, still clearly confused. Suzi followed her …

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This story doesn’t begin with me at all. It really begins with David Bowie. Actually, it begins with David’s mom. The year was 1971, when I was still in pampers, and one Margaret Mary Jones had a standing appointment at Evelyn Paget salon in Beckenham,  North West London, every Thursday at a quarter to five …

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