This is so nice to read.
I hope Johnny put on his best Peter Sellers - Spike Milligan disguise and attended one of the 'Ricky & The Blossoms' shows covertly with his son.
I still have 'fever dreams' about the Kentish Town gig & I hope The Smiths 'lawnmower parts' do it: appear as Rick Astley's backing band for the proposed UKraine Aid charity gig at one of the 'soccer' stadiums here in Manchester.
That's why I'm here, to "facilitate' discussions with 'mt8s' in Altrincham yesterday before we all attended the Dead Can Dance séance-soiree at Manchester Cathedral last night. Incredible event.
I'm in The Britannia Hotel thinking of old days and nights on the prowl around nocturnal Manchester and those early gigs before it all went wrong for Steven And The Lawnmower Parts...
I was having beers with Dr Foster in Gloucester who attended Johnny Marr's sell out show at The Guildhall. A good time had by all, it seems. My frantic schedule prevented my attendance and I haven't had time to give Johnny's new double-opus the listening time and attention people I trust say it warrants.
Morrissey dodged a bullet by being, for once, successfully contrarian in enthusiastically endorsing Rick Astley and The Blossoms when many expected a bitter twisted rant.
Perhaps Morrissey and Marr can be persuaded to join Rick and The Blossoms for this war charity special?...early days...we shall see. Plans have leaked from the cognoscenti so I'm not giving any secrets away, sadly. Why can't people keep their traps shut 'for the greater good'? Loose lips sink ships, etc. I have a 'military background', but mostly in 'proactive diplomacy and de-escalation as defence', GCHQ type 'spy' stuff...but, of course, I'm not supposed to discuss 'that kind of thing' in retirement, although doing so is a neat double bluff of my p-p-poker face, isn't it? "U wot, mt8?"... I haven't seen action since The Falklands yet I'm getting invitations to provide support to Zelensky’s team but...even a God like me has to accept I'm getting older so...it's a no. Sadly. Too much responsibility.
Incredible how Manchester has evolved these past 5 decades since I first came here as a nipper for the all Irish Dancing feis-gigs at places like The Holy Name. I have relatives here. Nearly every Ire-ish British person does so we keep a close watch on its cultural Ambassadors at those embassy parties. Gucci and Ferrero Rossi from Status QuOasis in a day-glo spandex shell suit. Ah yes, the fashion sensibilities of Young Manchester...another topic altogether.
My driver hasn't woken up yet. He looks like a little puppy-wuppy in the twin bed beside me. He's from Wythenshawe but he escaped to Knutsford City Limits after a minor lottery win.
The Brexitannia Hotel