It’s amazing to think that 10 years ago this topic would have been met with a blank stare and quite a bit of head-scratching – now though it’s one of those subjects everyone has an opinion on – even when someone doesn’t use any type of social media, they want to let you know why!

I use Facebook and Twitter, but number one for me is Instagram – it’s amazing how much you can tell about a persons life from a simple picture. It satisfies my need for visual stimulation and my nosey-parker tendancies in equal measure. Perfect!

Also, because there are fewer people there and the updates less frequent I stand half a chance of keeping up with the conversation! You can follow me on instagram as @angie_lemon - and let me know in the comments if you’re on there too so I can follow you back.

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When you’re married to the worlds biggest Bowie fan then of course you go the the V&A Museum’s special David Bowie exhibition - if you want to stay married that is. Luckily I do (plus I’d happily go to anything Bowie-related – that dude is the boss of everything).

When you visit London and feel those alien-like eyes watching you from every tube station hoarding you’re also very relieved you’re guaranteed to get in because you booked the tickets weeks ago. I’m so rarely this prepared in advance, so forgive my smugness!

The V&A (Victoria & Albert) is a beautiful museum dedicated to art and design from ‘days of yore’ right up to ‘yesteryear’ – are you impressed with my historical knowledge? You are, I can tell.

We arrived in plenty of time to explore the ancient arts of India, China and Arabia, including a massive Persian carpet from the year 500-and-something. WTF! In the year 500 here in Britannia we were probably patting ourselves on the back for thinking to put big leaves on the ground to catch the dirt whilst a few hundred miles away those clever Persians had intricately patterned and woolly underfoot carpet. Probably Henry Hoovers, too. And broadband!

I want to go back and view the museum properly – it was hard to concentrate on all that history when you have a certain someone on your mind.

My first overwhelming moment of the day happened when I came face-to-face with this 8-ft tall Ziggy Stardust window-display. It’s such an iconic image (by Brian Duffy) but this one’s different from the album cover – this one is ‘eyes open’. Blown-up so much larger than life you can make out freckles, pores and stubble. You realise, that’s a real boy; a real boy being different at a time where there was no social-media to test the waters or explain what you were up to. You made your mind up to do something and you went forward into the world alone and did it (sometimes getting your head kicked in along the way, sometimes becoming a role-model to a whole generation).

There aren’t many photos as from here on in – the tickets (and plethora of security guards) were very specific: no photography, no sketching. Suffice to say it was pretty damn awesome and everybody looked so very happy to be there.

Each visitor was issued with their own headphones which played the appropriate songs/words depending where you were in the exhibit. It was all fascinating – little things like the books he read and records he listened to right through to the guitars and stage costumes of the characters he inhabited throughout his career. What touched me most though were the handwritten lyrics; ripped out pages from exercise books with scribblings-out, doodles and i’s dotted with circles. Including the lyrics to Starman…

[Depending on how and what you're viewing this on there should be a YouTube video above this sentence - a really awesome video of my fave ever Bowie song and performance. When he puts his arm around Mick Ronson's shoulder - the world made a huge leap forward that day. So if you're viewing this on something that doesn't do embedded video check out the actual web page or YouTube itself].

Anyhoo, I just wanted you to know I got to see this Liberty quilted jumpsuit. The actual real one he wore on his actual body, infused with Bowie DNA and Hai Karate. It was a magical moment.

You leave with your head and your heart filled with Bowie and a sense that anything’s possible. I thought it had been put together really well – I’d been privy to all the elements that make-up the enigma that is Bowie but I was still left with all the magic and mystery.

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly

The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand

But made it too far

Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band

The exhibit is on until August, and whilst it says it’s 100% sold out on the website there were queues of people there waiting for tickets and they seemed to be getting in, so I’d definitely give it a go if you’re the patient type and want to have your mind blown.

Photos taken with a new Sony NEX 5R camera and 16-50mm lens which will be reviewed soon.

Camden Town is a part of London I’ve always heard mentioned in books and songs but never visited before so on Sunday we decided to have an explore.

Let me mention at this point I had inadvertently organised this trip on the same day as the London Marathon. Oops! ‘Everyone will be at that’ I thought. They weren’t. Well, they might have been but they were in Camden too!

Some ‘Facts’ I’ve learnt about Camden

• Camden is actually one massive market and sells all manner of union-jack emblazoned paraphernalia
• It has enough humorous/pop t-shirts to clothe all of Switzerland.
• It is situated next to a canal (do not ever drink the water – I’ve seen what they do in there).
• What isn’t market stall is Irish pub.
• Simply breathing the air will get you 2% stoned.
• Camden likes to reference Camden in the third-person at all times.
• Bring a fork, there’s PLENTY to eat.

Can you spot me in the photo above?

Au revoir Camden – you are one hectic mo-fo!

All photos taken with (ahem) a new camera – Sony NEX 5R and 16-50mm lens