Say, that’s good news. It was becoming pretty evident that he and Nancy were having some marital issues. Her philandering father being who he was, Nancy has always been able to turn a blind eye to Morrissey’s misadventures with various leather-&-lace tramps at the Sunset Marquis, but when he had that affair with Alison Martino it really crossed the line. It was like he rudely went in for the younger model of the “blonde daughter of an Italian-American crooner” type. You can’t fault her for being upset.
It sounds like it will be good if they buy a yacht and get away to Catalina to rekindle their romantic loving-kindness, and Morrissey can sit on a rock amidst the cacti and feed the feral cats there. And when they get back to the mainland on a crisp Sunday morning they can go to confession and Mass together, and pray a Rosary in the lady-chapel to the patron saint of happy marriages, and afterwards have some black bean tacos at ¡Allo Aztlan!, the food truck owned and operated by Jesse Tobias. Morrissey tops his with Daiya cheddar shreds, guacamole, Tofutti sour cream, and habanero salsa. Who needs the UK?