Firstly. Just watched the "You're The One For Me Fatty" video by Morrissey. Made me smile and smile.
Ahhh fucking hell I love Morrissey. I'm watching "Last Of The Famous International Playboys" and I remember being in Dundee at the Caird (?) Hall waiting to go and see Morrissey and a group of guys were singing it.
God, Dundee. That was an amazing evening. Although I did fuck up the end of it by being a stupid neurotic idiot.
When Morrissey came on stage I started crying. I feel all breathless thinking about it. He is a fucking genius. Nobody understands me as well as he does and he doesn't even know me
The second time I saw Morrissey I got so nervous that I had to go and pee about four times before the show started. Spiff and the Carlisle lot were all quite laid back drinking their pints and I was champing at the bit to get to the front. I did it though even though I owe a karmic debt to all the people I elbowed and bashed to stay there totally worth it to be about two metres away from the love of my life. I didn't want that night to end. I don't think I cried at the second one but I screamed my heart out and sang along to everything.
I still can't believe he played in Hawick. Incredible. He is so beautiful and everything he writes makes sense. I am gutted that when he did his encore I had to get out of the crowd. I was getting crushed and because I've got a back injury I can't risk getting badly knocked or my legs go numb and I end up spending a week in bed. Most people were nice enough to pull me out of the crowd but one guy tried to rugby tackle me back in. Thankfully Haley and Ains were there and managed to get me out. Then it was back to dancing
He made some quip about Andy Murray... "I like Andy Murray but let's face it, he'll never win"... funny as fuck the way he said it...
Ahhhh fuck I love Morrissey so much and I don't care what anyone thinks of that.
I actually came on to rant about how decent music magazines like Melody Maker and Select have disappeared but I've ended up writing about my favourite obsession.
Might as well end it on a good note. I'm off to listen to Bona Drag. My favourite of all his albums. Although choosing a favourite Morrissey or Smiths album is a bit like choosing which one of your children you love most!!!
Ahhh fucking hell I love Morrissey. I'm watching "Last Of The Famous International Playboys" and I remember being in Dundee at the Caird (?) Hall waiting to go and see Morrissey and a group of guys were singing it.
God, Dundee. That was an amazing evening. Although I did fuck up the end of it by being a stupid neurotic idiot.
When Morrissey came on stage I started crying. I feel all breathless thinking about it. He is a fucking genius. Nobody understands me as well as he does and he doesn't even know me
The second time I saw Morrissey I got so nervous that I had to go and pee about four times before the show started. Spiff and the Carlisle lot were all quite laid back drinking their pints and I was champing at the bit to get to the front. I did it though even though I owe a karmic debt to all the people I elbowed and bashed to stay there
totally worth it to be about two metres away from the love of my life. I didn't want that night to end. I don't think I cried at the second one but I screamed my heart out and sang along to everything. I still can't believe he played in Hawick. Incredible. He is so beautiful and everything he writes makes sense. I am gutted that when he did his encore I had to get out of the crowd. I was getting crushed and because I've got a back injury I can't risk getting badly knocked or my legs go numb and I end up spending a week in bed. Most people were nice enough to pull me out of the crowd but one guy tried to rugby tackle me back in. Thankfully Haley and Ains were there and managed to get me out. Then it was back to dancing
He made some quip about Andy Murray... "I like Andy Murray but let's face it, he'll never win"... funny as fuck the way he said it...
Ahhhh fuck I love Morrissey so much and I don't care what anyone thinks of that.
I actually came on to rant about how decent music magazines like Melody Maker and Select have disappeared but I've ended up writing about my favourite obsession.
Might as well end it on a good note. I'm off to listen to Bona Drag. My favourite of all his albums. Although choosing a favourite Morrissey or Smiths album is a bit like choosing which one of your children you love most!!!