Country number three - Switzerland 🇨🇭 Rolling into Geneva first impressions are it’s clean, rich and full of lads wearing v-neck jumpers. As for Bowie, the genius bugger lived here for twenty years.

Not only did he get into the ski’ing lifestyle he also bought a rather sensible Volvo car.

Took a beautiful little ride from Geneva around Lake Geneva, or Le Lac. Highway 1 runs all the way around so you can feel the breeze of all the super cars as they hammer past. There are nice little roads that dip in and out of villages and pretty orchards along the way.

My old schoolmate Lee joins the band as we roll along Lake Geneva’s pretty banks. We dodge Ferraris and stop for a sandwich - which costs a tenner. We stop for a beer - which is also a tenner. Basically tenners are worthless pieces of god damn junk here.

We burn our thighs firing up Swiss mountains looking for Bowie’s many houses in the area. We ask a man, we ask a dentist, we ask a dog - nobody knows where they are. Finally, we find the Blonay cuckoo clock house he shared with first wife Angie. She loved it, but Bowie wasn’t impressed, “It wasn’t his scene at all” she commented in her autobiography.

How to wear a wig and play air guitar badly.

A little bit of Bowie rebellion as we steal the fruits of our labour.

After a lot of too’ing and fro’ing (and swearing) we finally located his thirteen-bedroom whopper in the Sauvabelin Forest. He lived her with son Zowie (Duncan Jones) and reportedly used it as a storage for his archive - costumes, guitars and mementoes. We had to bunk up on a fence to see in as the entire outside was crowded with tangles of thick foliage, but there were turrets, a birdbath and, of course, the garden Bowie would’ve strolled in all those years ago.

Lee had bought this wig in a fancy dress shop after asking for a Bowie wig. The man behind the counter pulled out a ‘punk’ wig, then simply crossed the name out with a felt tip and wrote Bowie instead. The real master of reinvention!