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Thursday, 14 July 2011
Apologies
I have just been informed by my management that Helsingborg is, in fact, in Sweden and not Iceland. It's a shame the b******s didn't tell me earlier, because it's not even raining here in Sweden!
Still, I fancy a lie in. Right, well, I don't want to take up any more of your valuable time...
Morrissey
Posted by Morrissey at 06:46 0 comments Nobody even believes I am me.
Nobody even believes I am me.
Perhaps if I strip to the waist at the Palladium, sing Pretty Girls Make Graves and wear a F*** Morrisseysworld.blogspot t-shirt you'll believe me. Or perhaps not.
I don't know why I bother. Back to bed, I think. In this perishingly chilly hotel room.
You can kiss goodbye to seeing me too, Helsingborg. The old IBS is playing up again, probably due to the extreme emotional distress caused by my online fanbase. And you know who you can blame for that...
To cancel the rest of the tour or not? It's the toss of a coin, really... Now for some organic peppermint tea to soothe these appalling cramps. These bloody modern phones. Where's my instruction manual? Just select 'Boz' from the drop-down menu (one's fingers are just too big for these modern bloody phones; I knew getting a mobile was a mistake), tap dial and... nothing. The lazy lump is probably sleeping in. Am I going to have to boil the kettle myself? What? Some little Icelander feels like the bottom just fell out of his world. He should try being Morrissey for an afternoon. The world's falling out of my bottom, but do you see me complaining? Oh come on, no need for rudeness, we're all grown-ups here.
Mauled by my own online fanbase for ejecting a b**ch from the venue in Copenhagen (no animals allowed - it's on the TOS)... crippling functional bowel pain... and now I have to make my own tea. It's just salt rubbed in the gaping flesh wounds. Even dogs no longer seem to like old Mozza. One can't help but wonder if this could all be related to that black cat I saw at Dunoon Queens Hall. The fickle finger of fate? Or just cyber bullying by Tseng and co? The persecution never seems to end...
Now back to Boz. Switching your phone off? Well it's hardly professional conduct, is it? He'll be cancelling gigs next... Some musical director... I don't think he has any idea of how let down little old Mozza feels. It reminds one of when Alain left one without a guitarist - high and dry - on the 2004 world tour. All alone in this world... well, the kettle's boiled, and at least it's warming up my freezing fingertips as the rain percusses the Scandinavian glass with the grim poetry of Manchester's bleak skies.
Oh crap. And I'm out of Twinings Peppermint. Of course. It's just not fair, this world...
Morrissey
Posted by Morrissey at 05:19 0 comments It hardly seems worth it anymore.
It hardly seems worth it anymore.
Oh God, what have I done? All this hatred and bile is an unimaginable burden to carry on one's shoulders. I hardly want to get out of bed this morning. Why does the world hate me? Why do my own fans hate me?
This world is too much to bear at times.
Morrissey
Posted by Morrissey at 03:59 3 comments
Hahaha that just about sums it up!
Wonder what the next axcuse will be. Too windy for his hair?