then he needs telling to pull his socks up.
The saddest statement I have read in a long, long time.
Yes, there may well be an element of exaggeration in his choice of words, yet it should be plain for all to see that this is a man at his lowest ebb, a man who is suffering and needs an arm around his shoulder right now.
All the best Moz.
"Don't let the bastards grind you down"
The central problem is obvious and has been for some years.
"Dear God, Please Help Me"
"You Have Killed Me"
"Life Is a Pigsty"
"Something Is Squeezing My Skull"
"I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris"
"That's How People Grow Up"
Just under twenty-five minutes of decent material in the nine years since the sublime Quarry. Couple that with an aggressive delusion that his recent work eclipses what went before and bingo.
I suppose now The Smiths reunion rumours will gain greater ground. I wouldn't go myself, as they were of their time and that's how I want to remember them, but I wouldn't begrudge the four of them one final payday.