God, how late-80's it looks. See Kirsty MacColl? Dancing about with the big red permy hair, red lipstick, big shirt tucked in and belted? That's exactly how I looked then. Dead on. Makes me feel OOOOOOLD.
Yeah, thanks, Mars. That's the thing that grabs me every time I see Morrissey's face now. Because, oh my god, if he's aged that much then so have I. And if he looks 50 then I'm only a double handful of years behind him.
Now he needs to do a song about how badly it sucks when Mr Rogers has died, and Jim Henson, and your knees are starting to go, the crows have had a party around the corners of your eyes, and you're not ready yet, damnit!