I enjoyed that. Wonderful stuff. Which is how Shakin' Stevens described Alan Partridge's book, 'Bouncing Back.'
I think Sean Hughes likes Moz. I think I saw him at the RAH during one of his shows.
He was at the Ambassador gig in Dublin in 2002 too, first night.
I liked the gag at the end as well, by the presenter
Jukebox Jury
Who was the guy sitting next to Sean Hughes? I think he might have provided a stronger case, somehow! Thanks for posting.
His name is Marcus Brigstocke who was the presenter of 'I've never seen Star Wars'.
http://www.morrissey-solo.com/article.pl?sid=09/04/21/0857226
Thanks Kewpie. Apparently Brigstocke is a big Moz fan, according to Statemaster.com -
"He is committed to non-violence and is an active campaigner for CND and "Campaign Against Arms Trade". He is fanatical about snowboarding – so much so he has set up a stand up tour in the Alps – and adores music (especially The Smiths and The Cure) and movies..." -
http://www.statemaster.com/encyclopedia/Marcus-Brigstocke
this was on ages ago.
Yes, but some of us live in a different time zone
Jukebox Jury
Goinghome have you ever tried being unpleasant to anyone?
It can be quite liberating, you know.
"The note of the perfect personality is not rebellion, but peace" - Oscar Wilde, "The Soul of Man under Socialism".
Still, don't push your luck, hydra-headed user, and do let the people play. God knows, there's so much destruction all over the world...
What makes you think I have many heads?
And good reply.
Because I am your other alias.
Does that mean I'm talking to myself? I knew I shouldn't have flushed those neuroleptics down the toilet with my shredded childhood photographs and that biscuit I rescued from Morrissey's dressing room on the Kill uncle tour in '92.
If you're me, who does that make me? And if I'm you, why am I here rather than there? Come upstairs and explain it to me, love. And do bring one of those jars of stuffed olives when you come.
Of course I'm you, who else would put up with your company and laugh at your tedious jokes you bleedin' psycho? I don't have an option, seeing as I am you.
Did you/I/we ever attempt to salvage some DNA from the biscuit...I mean, was it half eaten? I don't recall. A missed opportunity there, love.
Well if you are me then I don't see any real purpose in continuing to converse. Frankly, if Russell Crowe can learn to overcome his distracting hallucinations, I'm sure I can. Speaking of which, if you're an hallucination, I suppose that makes you even crazier than me. If I take my pills, I return to normality, whereas you perish. What does that make you?
Re: the biscuit: well, it was half-eaten but that's only because of all the problems I had with the council in 2008. Having run out of rivita and tinned beans around March, I did take a couple of bites of that biscuit in mid March, before I almost died of botulism. Don't you remember? I'm surprised you don't - given that you were the one who pulled off my necrotic nose when the blood supply was compromised. "It was hanging off. Someone had to tidy your intensive care bed up, since the nurse was busy having coffee and looking for jobs on the interweb..." you said. "Noooo!" I replied. And the rest, as they say, is history. Still, it's not a bad rubber mask. You'd never know I can lick my pineal gland with my tongue to look at me. It's a miracle what those plastic surgeons did for me. To answer your question: yes but no, it's not Morrissey's DNA.