Bragging about how cute he was ?
Hes just a little child in a cardigan , like lots of Brits of that time , hell even still now . Most young kids are cute . Morrisseys idea of his family as beautiful mom and handsome fist fighter dad is also true of many in working class famlies .
The trouble with morrisseys version is it's not that true of his . His dad was your normal sport fan drunk , with not much going on and his mum a nutty Irish Catholic cow of a woman , always nagging, driving his dad away suffucatin from lack of understanding. His sister dumpy, his nephews chubby uninteresting and and none of their uncles looks and gift .
Morrissey tries s to make it seem special , he has to . Deep down he knows it was hell . He needs to feel lack of failure . That's all his life is about trying not to be a failure and by always trying to be not , to be it is
Singing hasn't saves him . To be a gay boy is to be a joke , all the singing , poems and glitter are attempts to be excused . But he knows he can't be . To be a man chasing the cock is to be a laughing stock . Not a man an Ancle Montty .
