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Saturday February 25, 06
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04:03 PM - There's more to life than Moz y'know (but not much more)
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I must apologise now for the size of this entry...I don't know how it happened!
You know you’ve got the Morrissey bug bad when you walk past a newspaper kiosk, see a magazine with his face on the cover, and blow a kiss to it in public. What must people think of me?
Since I got the internet back, a very dangerous thing has happened. I have got addicted to eBay and can’t stop buying Smiths items. It’s a filthy habit and there is clearly no hope for me now- I’m a goner. Have got to make some boundaries for myself. But I just love being bombarded with post!
There are mental risks (as well as the financial risks mentioned above) when being a Morrissey fan. Having bought Q magazine today because I spotted Moz on the cover, I got so excited that there was a feature on him that I couldn’t quite navigate my way through the magazine to find it, and stood looking on helplessly whilst a woman I work with had to decipher the contents page and find it for me. When we finally reached the page, it said something about Morrissey getting laid and at this point I got hysterical, and suffered a minor panic attack. I then flapped my arms hopelessly, shrieking “WHO?! WHO WAS IT?!”, getting rather paranoid that someone had stolen MY Morrissey. Of course it actually was about the ‘horny’ lyrics, and not some babe that he has fallen in love with, which was a relief. This incident has perhaps shown that my love for Morrissey is causing a reduction in my mental capacities, nervous breakdown, and paranoia. But then he did make songs that saved my life, so that kind of makes up for it…
My little sister knew that she had witnessed something sick and twisted the other day when she came prancing into my room. She stopped, made a concerned face and asked in a small, apprehensive voice ‘What were you doing?’ Red-faced, and yet trying to look nonchalant, I explained to her that, yes….I had been attempting exercise. Wildey, who is proud of her laziness and very vocal about the pointlessness of exercise and the virtues of telly watching and oversleeping, was to be found that day, flailing and heaving like the whale in the Thames in a ridiculous attempt to ‘tone her upper arms’. Never again. I actually almost wanted to blackmail her into never telling anyone (because she blabs like anything), but in the end I decided that I would play it cool and pretend that I wasn’t bothered that she caught me- and maybe she would forget it.
Became the victim of an old lady seeking conversation today. Rushing to work in a very rushy way that quite clearly suggested that I was late and an old lady sitting at a bus stop comments ‘It’s cold today, isn’t it?’ as I pass. I stop, smile and agree. She then proceeds to tell me that her pension has not come through this week and she is ‘skint’. The conversation goes on like this for a while and I am making quick mental calculations that perhaps I could catch a bus too. I ask her if she has been waiting for long and she tells me ‘Well, I can’t get one can I? Because I’ve not been given my money.’ I want to shriek ‘well why are you sitting at the bus stop then?!’ but realize that she has probably been waiting there so that someone will take pity on her when she ensnares them in conversation and give her money. Not me. I make my excuses and rush off.
The other week in the library I was asked yet again to pick some music to put on. This time I thought- if they’re going to give me the liberty, I shall put the Smiths on. So there. I put on one of their many ‘best of’ versions, and enjoyed the comfort of it immensely. It made me feel safe and warm inside. Mmm. Later on, across the self-service machines, a man commented, ‘This is good taste in music. I never expected to hear The Smiths in here.’ I simpered, because it is so rare for me to meet fellow fans, and admitted that it was indeed me who had chosen it. I wanted to have an intelligent discussion about them and their place in our culture etc. but instead I just said about five times ‘I love them. I just love them.’ And the conversation was over. But it did make my day. (Only to have my happiness a little dampened when I went away and came back to find that someone had changed the music to Britney Spears. Sob. There’s no helping some people.)
Have got to stop thinking about Morrissey- I can’t actually get to sleep now because I’m thinking about him so much.
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Darlin, if he's fallen in love with someone, you don't need to worry that it's a woman!!
Well! Seems like you had quite a day today- we all get ones like that from time to time. I had one too. I shall explain in my entry tomorrow.