He blew his head off, which was a bit of a pity, as it brought to an end a period of creativity, madness and rage. It also crystalised him as someone who never got old, wrote for a cynical kiddy pop act, or creamed themselves because they got thirty seconds of instrumental from one of their tunes used over a goal sequence on some godforsaken football show at three am on BBC Choice. Maybe all popstars should be forced to blow their brains over the wall.