Beyond fond memories of wearing & warping an 'audio tape cassette' of this interview in beautiful, miserable 1990; a cassette obtained by sending a 'cheque' in the 'post' to the great Chris Adams of Welwyn Garden City ~ a place I still think of warmly, having never actually been, but rather imagined as the location of Mr Adam's Aladinn's Cave of Moz audio/video/magazine/'t-shirt mate' booty.
In those days, just to hear the sound of Morrissey talking at this length was revelatory, hypnotic and addictive. It seems like a century ago....er..
He sounds quite spritely, given that he'd just spent the best part of a week writhing around Death Valley with an apple in his cakehole and a plastered nipple
The DEVIL wants the good vegetarians to boycott countries and restaurants so he can keep getting away with it. I say go the steakhouses and order the salad and listen. You can't win a war without being part of the frontline.