Anyway, since I'm out in the open here let me take this opportunity to refute the slanderous claim that I have rejected Morrissey's soul. In fact, I responded to his expression of interest with an offer of an eternity contract, on what I felt to be generous terms (such as that is, in this business). We had the meeting at the crossroads set up and everything, but he never showed, the two-faced bastard. Instead, it's just some bloke comes up to me and hands me a brown envelope, which turns out to contain a photograph of Morrissey standing at Oscar Wilde's grave, thrusting forward a Christian Dior crucifix and japing derisively at me. I found that really hurtful. There's just no trusting some people.
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