Thursday, 17 October 2013

Just To Read My Diaries


You had to sneak into my room just to read my diaries. It was just to see, just to see all the things you knew I'd written about you. Oh so many illustrations oh but I'm so very sickened, oh I am so sickened now.


When I asked for the Morrissey autobiography in the local shopping-centre WHSmiths early this morning I was told it might have arrived in the morning delivery, and to come back mid-afternoon we might have put it on the shelves by then. This didn't sound too promising so I toddled off to the nearby shopping megalopolis at lunchtime. The friendly staff at Foyle's handed me one from a stack behind the counter and expressed surprise about how many copies had already been sold on a Thursday morning.
The man is spreading joy already, now let's see what the old goat's got to say about his life...

In the meantime here's the master of melancholy, as quoted above - Morrissey, and Suedehead.

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