Roddy Doyle pens fitting tribute to David Bowie

There have been tributes pouring in all morning as people woke up to a world without David Bowie.

Many have been trying to find the right words to sum up his legacy and what he meant to so many - but we think this tribute from Roddy Doyle says it best.

The text in full:

-See David Bowie died.

-See now - that makes no fuckin’ sense. Wha’ you just said.

-I know wha’ yeh mean. How can Bowie be dead? He was never alive, like the rest of us.

-Tha’ makes no fuckin’ sense either. But it’s bang on.

-I remember once, I was havin’ me breakfast. An’ I saw me da starin’ at me. So, I said, ’Wha’?’ An’ he says, ’Are yeh goin’ to work lookin’ like tha’?’ I still servin’ me time and, like, I was wearin’ me work clothes. An’ me overalls were in me bag. So I didn’t know what he was on abou’. ’Get up an’ look at yourself in the fuckin’ mirror,’ he says. I was still wearin’ me Aladdin Sane paint. Across me face, like.

-You were ou’ the night before.

-Not really. Only down the road. Sittin’ on the wall beside the chipper, with the lads. Sneerin’ at the fuckin’ world. But that was what it was like. Bowie was our God.

-He has a new record ou’. Last week, just. Know how I know?

-How?

-Me granddaughter. She showed me his video. ’Blackstar’. Unbelievable. Brillant. Scary.

-Business as usual.

-Exactly.

-It’s so fuckin’ sad.

-Yeah.