I think "bitter and disillusioned" sums up my attitude to Morrissey in recent years, and I don't think I'm alone: the songs are getting worse, his political comments are as inane and ill thought-out as ever, the re-issues are a shoddy money-making exercise in revisionism and he's dressing his band up like extras from the Rocky Horror Show. Yet I'm still here, so I might as well face the facts - regardless of all this dribble, no matter what he does to put me off, I adore the man. I hang on his every word, for better or worse; I bore my friends shitless talking about him at every opportunity, and I spend a unhealthy amount of my free time thinking, listening and writing about the man and his work. Come on - 'fess up, fellow bitter Moz apostles. You love the old devil and you know it.