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posted by
davidt
on Tuesday October 23 2001, @09:00AM
Nobby Stiles writes:
Well, I've waited a long time to post one of these but, it finally happened. Attending my day job in a Manchester department store today (Oct. 22) a familiar figure cut a dash through the menswear department, accompanied by none other than Linder Sterling. The internal phone system started buzzing and I was summoned to confirm the identity of our visitor. With a dark blue winter coat and a (surprisingly) thick black quiff, Steven Morrissey was stood in front of me. Abandoning my usual decorum I proceeded to shake uncontrollably and offered my hand shortly followed by pen and paper. Moz duly obliged for myself and a colleague before we left him to it. There is so little you can say when he catches you out and you're limited to 30 seconds before you lose his attention with bumbling non-conversation. I've never been so nervous in anyone's presence in my life. I'm so glad I finally had the pleasure, all too brief though!!
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Internal phone system? (Score:0)
Is it that gratifying to read your make-believe story on the internet? Is that why it happens so often?
Maybe I should try it... One day, I was walking my dog in Leeds - when who came past and tried to bite my pet poodle? Why, it was Morrissey!!! I was nervous and didn't know what to say... I mean, within 30 seconds, Fido was a gonna. I gave him my pen and he very pleasently signed my whole back with his name. Aww, bless. I then left him to his own devices.
Nah, I can't say I'm getting that excited. Oh well, back to daydreaming.
frank black rejected my soul. (Score:0)
i once saw morrissey, four years ago, in the gents of a popular bar, one that shall remain nameless. he had pissed all over his trousers.
he ran in, turned them inside out, then left, sharp-like. i tried to say hi. but at this moment, i pissed myself also, laughing.
why the hell am i typing this nonsence?
No Fair! (Score:0, Offtopic)
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moz in manchester (Score:1, Funny)
A few days later walking through manchester again, this blessed fan again sees morrissey walking in the same direction this time. with the bloody logic of fandom he pursues moz in a subtle but ultimately flawed stalker-like fashion for some time. eventually morrissey, always on the ball spots that this chap is wending from lamp post to lamp post after him and stops and turns round to look. Rumbled humble fan approaches morrissey ostensibly to attempt to explain what overcame an otherwise rational member of society and compelled him to celebrity stalking. But before guilty fan can utter a word with a smile morrissey says, 'Oh hi! Do you remember me?'
How good is that?
If this is some sort of Morrissey urban legend or the like then i apologise i was told it by a journalist (and we all know what they're prone to do). But it makes me smile non the less
Jimmy Hill (Score:1, Funny)
That is it. Morrissey has not had the pleasure of meeting me, but if he does I hope he does not treat me like Jimmy Hill did.
Morrissey in Manchester (Score:1)
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Question... (Score:0)
hey mi nizzle (Score:0)
jibberish! (Score:0)
Moz in Manchester. (Score:0)
Me and Johnny Marr (Score:1)
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moz in manchester (Score:1)
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Manchester rules! (Score:0)