day in the life of Morrissey

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9 am - wake up, have toast n tea n cereal, feed the cat

10 am - go back to bed

noon - wake up 'should I phone Michael?'

12.30 - have some spaghetti

1 pm - phone Michael, bitch about the music industry

2 pm - dance to some newly acquired Wendy Renee singles

4 pm - send a postcard to another record company telling them (politely) to f*ck off

6 pm - think various ways of killing Mike Joyce

7 pm - look in the mirror for half an hour 'Christ, I'm sexy'

8 pm - go out for spaghetti with Michael, who is the only one who understands how f*cking awful the music industry is

midnight - think about tomorrow. Perhaps drive to the valley. Maybe raid a Gucci boutique.

Why don't you do some real work. Make an album. You owe it to us, old man.
 
> 7 pm - look in the mirror for half an hour 'Christ, I'm sexy'

> 8 pm - go out for spaghetti with Michael, who is the only one

If it only takes him half an hour to look at himself in the mirror, then what does he do between 7:30 and 8:00, hmm??? TELL US!! PLEEEEASE!!! We're DYING, here!
 
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