So, seriously - it's come to this. 35 years in the business, platitudes, acclaim, genius status - the greatest Northerner alive or dead. In the running for the greatest Briton.
singer songwriter lauded to the rafters. A modern day poet cooed over by philosophers and academics of many creeds. A man who knows squalor, boredom, desperation, depression, happiness, sadness, an enigma.
Posting pictures a wall in f***ing Ecuador on a fan's website he uses as official mouthpiece in lieu of his own online presence.
I'm not a hater, I judge each escapade in this Ealing comedy on its individual merit, but people have to admit that this must be a serious low point for anyone, let alone the voice of not just one generation.