Bowie in Berlin: 'He drove round the car park at 70mph screaming that he wanted to end it all'

It’s Christmas Day in Berlin in 1977. Seated at the table are David Bowie and the film-maker David Hemmings, along with various partners, children and add-ons like me. At a secluded restaurant in the Grunewald, the deep and dark urban forest that hugs the city’s western fringe, we eat and drink too much and Bowie gives me a copy of Fritz Lang’s biography, which one day will help me to write a book