Welcome back to the home of the oxymoron. Evil genius. He asked the newspaper to print his obituary early so he'd enjoy it. That's like hiding at your own funeral. Yeah, it's a big, great gig. I'm Russell Kane. Join me to weigh in on whether the biggest players in history are more evil or genius. Becoming that rich, I'd say that at some level of genius. It also helps

that it's a long time ago, right? It's like the podcast version of telling your kids the ice cream

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Tonight, bad news for married people.

Havié Marius, one of Europe's greatest writers, will tell you how most people have fantasised about their partner dropping dead

in order to save them the bothersome business of a divorce.

We've also bad news for anyone who thinks Black History Month is a good idea.

The historian David Canadine wants to get rid of it.

But we have good news too, particularly for anybody who believes in the Gospel of Bowie.

Ground control to Major Tom

Space Auditor. Take your protein fills and put your helmet on.

Space Oddity by David Bowie, the man who sold the world, the man who fell to earth,

the man who passed into the realm of the symbolic so long ago that by now he surely must have a big house and a swimming pool there.

Today, with the help of sponsorship money from Gucci,

the Victoria and Albert Museum in London,

transformed itself into a bowie reliquary,

his frocks, his boots, his first drafts,

even a crumpled tissue bearing the residue of his lipstick.

All these have been put under glass for visitors to contemplate.

Only the dead tend to receive such honours, but David Bowie is alive and well,

and at number one in the album charts. So to what does he owe his status? I have a crack squad

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