...a punctured bicycle.
I wonder why he's there at all.
Camera bug.

It's only at the very end that Mr Morley gets to The Point. The Essence: The Voice.

Without The Voice-Morrissey's Words would never achieve the virtual Apollo rocket launch which truly is 'Reality Changing'. That's why it's not just Apollo but Dionysus.

I always enjoyed Paul's strangulated encapsulations of The Frankfurt School and French Cafe Society philosophers, back in the bleak old days when Thursdays meant rushing to the newsagents for a quick print fix. With Ian Penman he described impossible landscapes of musical adventure that rarely lived up to the hype when you actually got to hear the latest one-trick Rough Trade wonder.

Until, of course: The Smiths.

"I only buy records if they're on Rough Trade or Factory" as one dreary inverted snob once scolded me whilst bemusedly gazing at the Nick Drake album covers on my Pink Moon bedroom wall.
He got a cup of coffee. Nothing else.

It must be hard for you youngsters to grasp just how desperate things were before The InterWeb: When a variety of clique niches became nouveau-riche whilst foisting the latest desperate round of 'musical chairs' onto the public. From prog to punk to ska to funk to acid to placid shoegazing grazing guitar noodling nonsense. And they got paid for it. They were called 'journalists'. You know, bloggers?

It's still impossible to fathom what worm-hole Morrissey and Marr emerged from and how they managed to slip under the barbed wire. There is a God. There must be. There's no other explanation.

I found Mike Joyce's contribution to be stimulating, thoughtful and entirely novel. Perhaps he could write a book on the subject.

A short book?
A pamphlet?
A leaflet?
A paragraph?
A sentence?
Well, he managed a mangled sentence.
Did he get paid for sitting in on this?
Was it the lure of keeping his financial feud 'high-profile'?
Or is it just his 'luscious eye-candy looks' that got his visage onto the screen?

No wonder Morrissey kept hopping from sofa to sofa whilst Paul Morley was using his urinal in The Dorchester. He could probably smell the rank odour of The Lizard-Beast-Joyce on Morley's clothes.

I wonder if Morrissey will grant any further audiences to you Mr Morley?

Thank you. Drop dead.

good that, ta for posting it

When Paul dies i will be very sad, great moz fan, thankyou sir!! i love you xx

"I just thought it was a good riff", that just says it all. What a fukn bonce and oh can I have 25% of the bans royalties please? pretty please!!!!!!

Punch a bicycle on a hillside, yes, olé

....surely a song either 'works' or it doesn't!
Deconstructions takes away the beauty of it!

All I need is more literary theory in my life and on Morrissey's poetry this tinme, lol ... (yawn...) to talk about what doesn't need to be said...if you truly understand the lyrics (which may be rich in details.

Shall I sit again at the pupil's desk, and this time in an English Literature class at stifling Oxford University?

... is what a mate of mine thinks the "bicycle" alludes to.

"Jumped up pantry boy" is a 'take on loan' from the film "Sleuth"

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/soldonsong/songlibrary /thischarmingman.shtml

So no one chose to mention the fact...... That "jumped up pantry boy who never new his place" was nicked straight from a film?

I quite enjoyed watching this and whilst I dont really ever take anything from what others say they think about songs and meanings I always find it interesting to hear versions of understanding.

For me there are only two versions of any song that mean anything. The one the author or performer (sorry Moz, I know you don't "perform") believes themselves (ie, the true meaning) and the meaning that the individual listener places on the song. For the 3 mins that the song lasts the original meaning of the song is irrelevant, someone elses opinion on the song is irrelevant and the only thing that matters is what it means to you, the listener.

Let's discuss what is actually IMPORTANT....the music....the history....the classics....THE Charming Man...

SHERIDAN....cos you are all that matters and I will love you till the day I die

PS What on earth was The Drums doing there?