Robert Neville
maladjusted
Hi guys,
Thought it would be cool to post your stories about your day today and how you felt/what you felt when you bought the autobio. Here's mine..
There is not much cause for excitement in the modern world. It is a constant sludge of early(ish) mornings, tiring jobs, hateful bosses and all for what? Nothing. Today though there was an event that managed to stir inside of me a lingering excitement that as of yet has not died down. It is an excitement that lingers from head to toe and through brain to vein. Indeed today saw an event that excited me so much that I rose from my slumber at 6am which is two full hours earlier than usual. I know I’m a lazy sod but these are the cards I’m dealt.
Today getting up for work did not seem so much of a chore. My usual walk to work passed by in a flash. My work day pressured the sand of time to drop ever faster. It’s like the entire world knew that today, this event, comes once a lifetime. Today Morrissey, the mystery man of British music, released his eagerly awaiting autobiography. There was a time a few weeks ago that it seemed this day would not arrive, content disputes was the reason for the delay. And then the announcement. It would be released and soon.
At 11:55 my cousin, waiting outside my place of work, messages me to hurry up. Never mind that lunch times are supposed to start at 12, obviously a far less strict boss than mine. I run, no small feat for a man in my condition – let’s just say You’re The One For Me Fatty was written for me, down three flights of stairs and burst through, like an overweight action here, through the double doors. Down the corridor I pace. If people tried to hand me work I gave them a piercing stare. I meet my cousin outside and we both give each other a knowing look. Today is the day.
We talk as we walk to Waterstones although I can’t tell you a word I said or a word I heard. Anticipation had got the better of us both. I mutter the immortal word – “imagine if its sold out”. My cousin laughs, but it’s a nervous laugh. Imagine if they actually did sell out… We make it to Waterstones and our eyes are attracted immediately to the front stand. Pride of place in the shop, the first thing people see when they walk in is the autobiography of Morrissey. The outsiders outsider was finally on the inside. Words cannot describe my feelings as I held this book in my hand. It is unlike an album release. For ten long years now I had held this man in the highest regard. He who held my hand through my teenage years was finally going to expose his teenage years.
We pay and head to a car park where my Aunt had parked. My cousin has the keys. We get in. Our heads giddy with excitement. We both open at the same time. Deathly silence. And then a nervous laugh. We couldn’t concentrate. The moment had got to us. We read the blurb and ponder why My Chemical Romance were chosen instead of The Killers as notable covers. In fact, we wonder why what’s his name wasn’t chosen. Gone. In a blink of an eye our memory deserts us. We forgot the name of Jeff Buckley. For minutes I shouted ‘He recorded Grace!!’. But no our brains had gone. And that was it. Back to work. No reading until we get home. Well we are home now.And right now we begin my journey into Morrissey’s life and thoughts. My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets.
Thought it would be cool to post your stories about your day today and how you felt/what you felt when you bought the autobio. Here's mine..
There is not much cause for excitement in the modern world. It is a constant sludge of early(ish) mornings, tiring jobs, hateful bosses and all for what? Nothing. Today though there was an event that managed to stir inside of me a lingering excitement that as of yet has not died down. It is an excitement that lingers from head to toe and through brain to vein. Indeed today saw an event that excited me so much that I rose from my slumber at 6am which is two full hours earlier than usual. I know I’m a lazy sod but these are the cards I’m dealt.
Today getting up for work did not seem so much of a chore. My usual walk to work passed by in a flash. My work day pressured the sand of time to drop ever faster. It’s like the entire world knew that today, this event, comes once a lifetime. Today Morrissey, the mystery man of British music, released his eagerly awaiting autobiography. There was a time a few weeks ago that it seemed this day would not arrive, content disputes was the reason for the delay. And then the announcement. It would be released and soon.
At 11:55 my cousin, waiting outside my place of work, messages me to hurry up. Never mind that lunch times are supposed to start at 12, obviously a far less strict boss than mine. I run, no small feat for a man in my condition – let’s just say You’re The One For Me Fatty was written for me, down three flights of stairs and burst through, like an overweight action here, through the double doors. Down the corridor I pace. If people tried to hand me work I gave them a piercing stare. I meet my cousin outside and we both give each other a knowing look. Today is the day.
We talk as we walk to Waterstones although I can’t tell you a word I said or a word I heard. Anticipation had got the better of us both. I mutter the immortal word – “imagine if its sold out”. My cousin laughs, but it’s a nervous laugh. Imagine if they actually did sell out… We make it to Waterstones and our eyes are attracted immediately to the front stand. Pride of place in the shop, the first thing people see when they walk in is the autobiography of Morrissey. The outsiders outsider was finally on the inside. Words cannot describe my feelings as I held this book in my hand. It is unlike an album release. For ten long years now I had held this man in the highest regard. He who held my hand through my teenage years was finally going to expose his teenage years.
We pay and head to a car park where my Aunt had parked. My cousin has the keys. We get in. Our heads giddy with excitement. We both open at the same time. Deathly silence. And then a nervous laugh. We couldn’t concentrate. The moment had got to us. We read the blurb and ponder why My Chemical Romance were chosen instead of The Killers as notable covers. In fact, we wonder why what’s his name wasn’t chosen. Gone. In a blink of an eye our memory deserts us. We forgot the name of Jeff Buckley. For minutes I shouted ‘He recorded Grace!!’. But no our brains had gone. And that was it. Back to work. No reading until we get home. Well we are home now.And right now we begin my journey into Morrissey’s life and thoughts. My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets.