A gloriously nostalgic little photo collection in today's Guardian looks back on David Bowie's 1973 visit to the USSR.
“We drank cheap riesling wine and beer (peeva) with a bunch of soldiers we met the night before. They were friendly and inquisitive as to what life was like in the west, when we asked them what they did in the army they said they were in the construction unit”.
But it wasn't all fun and games for Mr Bowie.
Life in the USSR blew the sequins off our Western-decadent hero, who was quickly reduced to a wimpering pile of bourgeois slobber, according to another account of his journey:
“I just want bloody well to go home and watch the telly,” he confessed to his wife, Angie, on their way home to Beckenham, England. “After what I’ve seen of this world, I’ve never been so damned scared in my life.”
Final Score:
Communist Siberia 1 : 0 British Glam Rock
