Tiniest of Smiths mentions.
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‘Check out the 73,000 likes on this meme! Oof!’
73,000 and counting are
Or perhaps Dave Foley from Kids in the hall wearing a Smiths shirt in the sketch where the family is going camping?the weirdest one i'd seen was the morrissey t-shirt on reno 911
when i saw it, i wanted so badly to tell someone about it, but couldn't think of anyone who would care, hahaha
Did you see what she said under the picture?
damn this really blew up. please check out and support my friends band, posted a link below. similar to the smiths but the singer isn’t a piece of shit. link below-
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8 x 12 inch silver gelatin print. Yours for just... SEVEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.
í luvs a lovely Linder as much as the next nut, but hell's bells! í thought Kev's prints were pricey, but...
Another take on the tale of how Moz and Murray met Julie.
"The last time I sat in a pub and whiled away too much of an afternoon was actually in 2015, which shows you what a lightweight I’ve become – or maybe now I’m just stealthier in keeping my vices closer to home.
That December 2015, as London slowed down into the Christmas break, the writer and controversialist Julie Burchill sat in a pub in Maida Vale in London, waiting for Noel Gallagher to arrive to be interviewed. But first Julie got me – and she and I had form, going way back to 1994 when an angry Miss Burchill locked a bewildered, lovestruck Morrissey in her flat, having just landed a hefty punch on my face and thrown me out her front door.
It wasn’t quite the welcome Morrissey was used to but Julie, then at one of the many peaks of a dizzyingly dramatic career, was no pushover for a popstar, even one used to getting his own way with the restless lament of ‘how soon is now?’.
As was so often the case in my PR career, booze lay somewhere at the core of this incident. You see, if I hadn’t been so hungover the day Morrissey implored me to take him to meet his idol I would have paid more heed to her previous stridently negative response to my request for her to interview him.
He’d wanted to meet her for years and, as his publicist and friend, I was used to his perseverance when trying to meet people he admired. It was often left to me to make the approach although the day I had to call the clearly distressed veteran Carry On star Charles Hawtrey felt like some form of cruelty – to him and to myself.
Mr Hawtrey put the phone down on me and I don’t blame him; Julie’s reply, which I still have on a fading fax, was as direct as the slap she would later land on my chops – yet if ever a blow was to hit me and feel like a kiss it would be this hungover slug from Burchill, the Bard of Bristol.
In words worthy of Morrissey’s adored Oscar Wilde Julie Burchill answered me with this stinging rebuke – 'sir, I do not do interviews. I grant them'."
Murray Chalmers: An idealised notion of a local pub has us walking through the doors of old favouritesReminiscing about times spent in his London local while waiting for Noel Gallagher to arrive had Murray heading to Edinburgh's Scran and Scrallie andwww.thecourier.co.uk
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'And if a fight broke out here tonight
You'd be the first away...' ?
The tale gets better with every telling. í never quite believed that there was yer actual violence involved on Mint Murray!
An Ortonesque vision: a Sunday afternoon in N1 ~ a coked up, swinging Burchill, a hungover press chap, a bored disinterested husband...and at the centre of the storm? SPM. A vision of regal calm? Scared shiftless? Who can really say?
Surely someone had a Box Brownie on them to record a visual? And í'd love to hear what little crinkled C-90 remains of that day. í guess Rrrock's Back Pages aren't likely to get the audio on this one. Burchill & Moz ~ their little heads would melt...