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Monday, 31 March 2014

Day 929 - Kevin 'Banjaxer' 'Walter Ego' Marrinan.... Thoughts from the toilet

Today I shall continue the story of my new friend Kevin Marrinan, but I can't be bothered to write it  as another self-therapy session; mainly because A) I go off at too many tangents and B) With the exception of EARS, nobody else seems to appreciate my witty self-therapy sessions, which I find dreadfully disappointing, because I really like writing them, but then again, I would, wouldn't I, because it is not only 'all about me', but it's double 'all about me'! So, instead of a not particularly funny self-therapy session, I will just give you Kevin's own words instead, and for a man who is a walking contradiction, he speaks a lot of sense..... at least, I presume he can walk, I can't say I have ever seen his legs..... or any other part of him for that matter.

THERAPY ME: Why have you just called your new friend Kevin a walking contradiction?

ME: What are you doing here? I've just been telling our twelve deluded readers that we weren't going to do one of these sessions today.

THERAPY ME: Yes, I know you did, in fact, it was me wot typed it!

ME: So, f**k off then.

THERAPY ME: Not until you explain about Kevin being a contradiction.

ME: Well, he's a socialist and Man City fan isn't he! The two things are the biggest contradiction EVER. By continuing to support a football team that is the complete opposite of socialism, i.e. NOT  "owned or regulated by the community as a whole", Kevin, along with all the other socialist City fans, leave themselves open to ridicule..... and with the door that wide open, I couldn't resist a petty dig.

THERAPY ME: Well, you're a capitalist, and your football team, Portsmouth, is owned by the social community, i.e. the FANS!

ME: Yep, it's a fucked up world, but a least I've had the decency to disown my club.

THERAPY ME: Eh? You didn't disown them for going against your capitalist values, you disowned them because they play shit football.

ME: Fair point, and I can't really call myself a capitalist, I can't stand the Tories. I suppose I'm just as much a contradiction.

THERAPY ME: I'll tell you what you are, you're a c**t. Now get on with whatever shit it is you've decided to write today, although I don't know why you bother, because A) Nobody reads it, B) You aren't funny, C) Nobody reads it, D) You are full of your own self importance, E) Nobody reads it and F) You are still a c**t.

ME: Thank you.

THERAPY ME: You're welcome.

KEVIN'S WORDS...... FROM THE TOILETS OF THE TWITTERDILLY ARMS:

ON THE '@MORRISSEYSMUM' TWITTER ACCOUNT:

"Three people use it, of which I am one. If I get permission, I will gladly name the other two. This whole thing is supposed to be fun, not a way to cause disharmony, especially with devotees of Moz. We are all in the same stinking, sinking ship, the least we can do is enjoy the music together as we slide around the deck.

The log lady incident was nothing to do with me, and I cannot explain it. Perhaps if/when you know the other two names, it might help. I'm not playing word games here, I had no involvement with this, and have never asked."

LOG LADY - NOTHING TO DO WITH KEVIN


THE MORRISSEY BAND ISTANBUL WITH SOMEBODY L'OO'KING REMARKABLY LIKE LOG LADY.



ON MORRISSEY'S INVOLVEMENT WITH MORRISSEYSWORLD: 

"I believe that, at the very least, Morrissey plays along with the MW... what is it, thing?" He is aware of it and I'm sure he sometimes, in his own way, joins in. The 'evidence' you write of is pretty convincing when read with an open mind, although some of it is far fetched or mistaken. I think the assumption would be reached by any fair minded, unbiased person that Morrissey has a mischievous hand in it somewhere. Having a bit of fun during his many hours alone with only an internet connection for company?... well, it is not beyond the realms to imagine his mischievous streak sometimes comes into play."


MORRISSEY COPIES THE SIGN FROM THE MORRISSEYSWORLD BLOG - "MISCHIEVOUS HAND(S)"?



MORRISSEY WEARS AN 'IMMACULATE CONCEPTION' T-SHIRT TWO DAYS AFTER MORRISSEYSWORLD TWEETED IT - "HAVING A BIT OF FUN"?

MORE 'OO' SIGNS - "PLAYS ALONG"?



A BIZARRE BLUE ROSE(?) TIE IN TEL AVIV - "EVIDENCE"?

REACHING FOR A BLUE ROSE AT HOLLYWOOD HIGH - "AWARE OF IT"



ON KEVIN'S INVOLVEMENT WITH MORRISSEYSWORLD:

All I can say, and will say, because it is the truth, is that I have never knowingly had any connection with MW or whoever runs it. Moz, as you know has family member(s) and others who might have the time and motivation, I don't know.

ON NOT BEING ONE OF THE DELUDED DOZEN/ BLUE ROSE SOCIETY:

"During my brief glimpses at this whole palaver, I find there's a certain amount of disharmony amongst some of those interested enough in Moz to be following the MW saga. For this reason I have tended to keep my distance, but it would be dishonest of me to say I have not kept at least one eye on unfolding events. The drawing of battle lines is one of the reasons I don't get more involved."



ON SOLO:

"I know Moz's position re Solo, and I understand it, but I am not him and therefore I do not allow his feelings to overshadow my own on any subject. I truly regret that the site that sustained me and many more in the 'years of wilderness', is now so full of negativity. Perhaps this is the cost of free speech, I don't know or really want to care. As for my personal friendship with one of the Solo mods, Peter McSkinny,  I have always found him to be an interesting, intelligent and positive person. He is a bloke I met in Dublin for five minutes, in Kerry for a while longer, and in England a couple of times. I found him to be smart and funny and enjoyed his company. If I get the opportunity, I look forward to meeting him again.


"INTERESTING, INTELLIGENT, POSITIVE, SMART AND FUNNY"


ON THE ORIGINAL 'THATCHER DEATH' PRESS RELEASE THAT WAS CREDITED TO MOZ BUT BELIEVED BY SOME (INCLUDING ME) TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY KEVIN:

You don't really imagine such a man would EVER need ANYONE'S help to write ANYTHING? Least of all that of a semi-literate, school drop-out from Wythenshawe who's only real success was as an unsuccessful musician a hundred and four years ago? Come on, that really is stretching credibility, but flattering, so thanks. 



FIELD BY SILENT FIELD - RECORDED A HUNDRED AND FOUR YEARS AGO




PLAY YOUR PART - THE SILENT PARTY


ON MORRISSEY:

"I  am of the opinion he hopes for, but rarely receives, just a few basics from those close to him. And if you think about it, it's nothing more than he, or we, deserve. Loyalty. Support. Forgiveness. Understanding. Loyalty and perhaps a bit more loyalty thrown in. Personally, I don't think this always means agreeing with him, because that kind of agreement is surely of little value. For me, Moz's music is everything."

SUMMARY:

"Morrissey unites us, and for me, that means a whole lot more than any internet to-ing and fro-ing about who thinks what or who said what online. Whoever is right or wrong about details of MW, I think we have one overwhelming common bond, Moz. This should be enough to unite us."



















Friday, 28 March 2014

Day 926 - Kevin 'Walter Ego' 'Banjaxer' MarRinan

THERAPY

THERAPY ME: Hello, this is a pleasant surprise. Have you come for one of our self help therapy sessions?

ME: You know I have. We haven't done one of these for ages, so I thought it might be fun.

THERAPY ME: Fun? They aren't supposed to be fun. These sessions are for you to clear your head.

ME: And for you.

THERAPY ME: Yes, and for me, although let's not forget that I am the professional here, and YOU are the patient. So, what is it then?

ME: Eh?

THERAPY ME: What is it that you'd like to talk to me about? Not having homo-erotic dreams about Morrissey are you? I've told you before, it's quite normal for straight men to fancy Moz, even burly builders in Norwich fancy Morrissey.

ME: No, no homo-erotic dreams. No dreams at all actually. Now you come to mention it, I could do with a good dream. Anyway, there is no such thing as homo-erotic anymore. Ever since Moz put the word humasexual into the Oxford English dictionary, homo-eroticism ceased to exist. Something is either erotic, or it's not, sexuality doesn't come into it.

THERAPY ME: Ooooo! Look at Mister Professor of eroticism. I don't think you'll find that humasexual is actually in the Oxford English.

ME: Give it time, give it time. Anyway, can we get on with today's topic?

THERAPY ME: Yes, of course. What are we going to talk about? Is it your new friend, Kevin?

ME: Yes, how did you know?

THERAPY ME: Oh, just a guess. Come on then, tell me about Kevin. Do you want to lay on the couch?

ME: No, it'll be too difficult to type. I'm fine sat here, thanks.

THERAPY ME: Well, if you're doing the typing, do you mind if I have a lay down, it's been a busy day?

ME: Help yourself, but don't go thinking that you're getting paid for this.

THERAPY ME: Fair enough. Off you go then, tell me about Kevin.

ME: Well, as you know, I closed my twitter account last week. I decided to ditch my 1800 plus followers and get rid of the 15000 plus tweets.

THERAPY ME: Yes, I noticed that. Why did you do that again?

ME: I just didn't like the idea that anybody could trawl through everything I've ever tweeted. I also read something recently that said our twitter accounts will one day act like photo albums, and that when we are dead and buried, our children will trawl through everything we ever tweeted.

THERAPY ME: How horrifying!

ME: Exactly. So I deleted the account last week, and opened a new one a couple of days ago. Keep it fresh.

THERAPY ME: What's all this got to do with your new friend Kevin?

ME: I'm getting to that. Be patient.

THERAPY ME: No, you're the patient.

ME: Oh, very droll, and actually, as you're the one laying down, I think we've switched roles, so would you like to take over with the story?

THERAPY ME: Yes, ok. Let's call me 'ME', and you are now 'THERAPY ME'. Can I get naked?

THERAPY ME: Why?

ME: I just thought it would be quite funny..... oh, and I want to be a woman.

THERAPY ME: For fuck's sake, can we PLEASE just get on with this?

ME: No, no, no. The therapist has to be softly spoken and understanding. Right, I'm now naked, female and blond. Why don't you lay on the floor, close your eyes, and I'll proceed.




ME: Yesterday morning, I was all alone in the Twitterdilly Arms, minding my own business, playing the jukebox, when suddenly I was pulled into the loo.

THERAPY ME: Pulled into the loo? What do you mean?

ME: The 'Direct Message' box on twitter is known amongst us all as the Twitterdilly Arms toilets. It's where the private conversations take place.

THERAPY ME: Oh yes, I remember now. I think Rosy Mires invented that. Very funny. I miss her wit in the Twit Arms. Anyway, carry on. You were being pulled off in the Twit Arms toilets.

ME: No, I was being pulled into the Twit Arms toilets, by none other than the mysterious Banjaxer.

THERAPY ME: Go on.

ME: There has been an awful lot of mention of Banjaxer in this blog of mine over the past two and a half years, and not always complimentary.

THERAPY ME: Very rarely in fact!

ME: I have thrown all sorts of allegations and accusations his way, but he has always kept mum.

THERAPY ME: Which is rather ironic really, isn't it?

ME: Yes, because yesterday morning, in the Twit Arms toilets, Banjaxer proved to me that he was behind the MorrisseysMum twitter account, although in the words of the late, great, John Lennon, he added, "but I'm not the only one."

THERAPY ME: Hold on a second. What compelled you to call John Lennon "great". I have no problem with the "late" bit, but was he great? Really? How many of Lennon's lyrics can touch Morrissey's? None.

ME: Well, there was She's leaving home and A day in the life.

THERAPY ME: Yes, I'll grant you those two are good, but McCartney actually wrote some of the lyrics on both of those, so Lennon can't take all the credit. What is it Morrissey said, The Beatles wrote four good songs?

ME: Yes, something like that, but I'm not here to talk about John Lennon, I'm here to talk about Kevin Marrinan.

THERAPY ME: Ok, but it's going to have to wait.

ME: What? 

THERAPY ME: Your time's up.

ME: But you're not real, you can't call time.

THERAPY ME: Is any of this real? Listen, you and I have been so busy at work today, that we just  haven't got the time to finish this blog today. We're going out to our friend's house for dinner this evening, had you forgotten?

ME: Yes, I had. Thanks for reminding me. I haven't told you anything about me and Kevin becoming friends.

THERAPY ME: I'm sure your little tale of making a new friend in the toilet of a make belief internet pub can wait. We'll continue this tomorrow.

ME: We're busy tomorrow.

THERAPY ME: Sunday then.

ME: We probably won't get a chance, it's Mother's day.

THERAPY ME: Oh for fuck's sake, when then?

ME: How do I know, you cunt.

THERAPY ME: Don't call me a cunt, you cunt.

ME: This is pathetic. Really pathetic.

THERAPY ME: Somebody, somewhere might find it slightly amusing. Right then, let's get out of here, but let's leave our audience with that great video you found on Youtube. That Brigid Berlin was something else.

ME: She's still alive you know.

THERAPY ME: Does she still get her tits out?

ME: I have NO idea. Here's the video:





THERAPY ME: Are we done now?

ME: No, I just need to post those photos that Astraea brought into the Twit Arms:




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THERAPY ME: Now are we finished, we really have to go. We'll finish your Kevin story soon. Meanwhile, let's post his finest two moments in life, other than the birth of his two or three children; his starring role in a FTM parody (from Day 574, about Thatcher's death), and his interview with Morrissey:

FROM DAY 574 OF FTM:

(The scene is the living room of the two-up, two-down terraced house shared by Morrissey and his mother, Betty. Both Morrissey and his mother are sat in arm chairs opposite each other, with a small coffee table in between them. They are playing a card game called 'Old Maid'. Radio 4 is on quietly in the background. It is just after 1.30pm on Monday April 8th.)

BETTY: *Takes a card from her son's hand and throws down her final 'pair'* (In a mixed Irish/Mancunian accent) Well, Steven, that's another game to me. What's the score now?

MORRISSEY: Seventeen all.

BETTY: (Irate) Is it 'eckers loicke! How can we be drawing, I was five games ahead before.

MORRISSEY: That was ages ago, mother. I've just won six games on the trot, I was winning before that game.

BETTY: Six games on the trot? You haven't won six games all morning! If you can't play fairly Steven, then there is no point playing at all! (stands up) I'm going to go and make something for us dinner, what would you like?

MORRISSEY: Mother, 'please'! It's lunch, NOT dinner.

BETTY: Don't go getting all lah-de-dah with me, my boy, do you want something to eat or not?

MORRISSEY: Oh go on then, I'll have a cheese and pickle sandwich.

BETTY: I thought you were going to give up the cheese?

MORRISSEY: (Defensively) It's my ONE vice mother, my ONE vice! I don't feel good about myself when I eat it, but it helps remind me that we ALL have flaws. No animal actually dies in the process of cheese making you know, so I can just about cope with the exploitation. (Betty leaves the room and heads for the kitchen) (Shouting) Actually, I'll have some mushroom soup, you've made me feel bad about myself with your quite unnecessary cheese jibe.

BETTY: (Shouting) Well, if you hadn't cheated with the cards, I wouldn't have brought it up. Perhaps you'll think on next time.

(The telephone rings in the front room. Morrissey is sat right next to it, but ignores it as it rings six times)

BETTY: (Shouting) Steven, are you going to answer the telephone? (Morrissey ignores both the phone and his mother until eventually she walks back into the room. She is now wearing her pinny) Why haven't you answered the telephone, Steven?

MORRISSEY: I don't want to talk to them.

BETTY: You don't even know who it is yet, and anyway, it moight be for me.

MORRISSEY: It is irrelevant WHO it is, I don't want to talk to them, and I very much doubt that it's for you, the only person who ever calls you is me, and I'm here.

BETTY: Well that's not true on both counts! Your sister rings me regular, as do the boys, whereas YOU never ring. Anyway, I'd better answer it. You never know, it moight be your friend Mortin, such a lovely boy.

MORRISSEY: It won't be! Boz is far too busy playing Polecats to be bothered with me. (Betty picks up the phone).

BETTY: (Talking into the receiver) Hello, yes?

BANJAXER: Hello Ms Dwyer, it's me Kevin, Kevin Marrinan.

BETTY: Oh hello Kevin, how's the family?

BANJAXER: All good thanks Ms Dwyer. Is Morrissey there please, I need to talk to him about Margaret Thatcher, she's died.

BETTY: Oh yes, we know, we heard it on the wireless a little earlier. I'll pass you over Kevin, love, hold on. (Betty holds the receiver towards Morrissey to take, but he doesn't.)

MORRISSEY: (To Betty) Who is it?

BETTY: It's Kevin, the journalist friend of yours from Wythenshawe.

MORRISSEY: Mother, I don't 'have' friends, and if I ever did care to 'take a friend', it would certainly NOT be a journalist.

BETTY: (To Morrissey) Are you going to speak to him or not?

MORRISSEY: Not!

BETTY: (To Morrissey) But he can hear that you are here, don't make this awkward for me, you're always doing this. (Betty covers the receiver with her hand)

MORRISSEY: Then you shouldn't make false promises to people.

BETTY: (To Morrissey) What false promises?

MORRISSEY: Promises that you will put me on the phone, when I have made no indication whatsoever that I wish to speak on the phone! It's like the Isle of Wight festival and the Andy Rourke incident all over again! You people only have yourselves to blame for getting into these 'awkward' positions, and then you all come running to me to dig you all out of the shit?

BETTY: (To Morrissey) Mind your language Steven, I won't have that sort of filth under my roof, and how DARE you put me in the same bracket as all those others, I'm your Mother for Christ's sake *crosses herself* and DON'T you forget it.

(Morrissey licks his upper lip and smiles to himself.)

MORRISSEY: I'll tell you what Mother, if you are prepared to concede the current Old Maid tournament, I will dig you out of your hole, and I'll take the telephone call from this dreadful little journalist.

BETTY: (To Morrissey) Ah, bollocks to your Old Maid, you can have the win if you want it that much.

MORRISSEY: YES! Hand over the trophy, Mother.

BETTY: (To Morrissey) I'll hand it over once you've spoken tho Kevin, and once you've finished your exploitation.

MORRISSEY: Exploitation?

BETTY: (To Morrissey) Your cheese sandwich!

(Betty hands Morrissey the telephone receiver and heads back to the kitchen)

MORRISSEY: (Shouting to his mother with hand over the receiver) I said I'd have soup! (Talking into the receiver) Hello, who is it?

BANJAXER: Hi Moz, it's me, Kevin Marrinan.

MORRISSEY: Who?

BANJAXER: Walter Ego?! I'm the one who does your internet work.

MORRISSEY: Oh yes, Walter Ego, my troll. What do you want Walter? I'm a very busy man.

BANJAXER: Yes, sorry to disturb you Moz, but Maggie Thatcher's died.

MORRISSEY: Yes, I heard it on the wireless. Please don't make her sound warm by giving her a christian name, her name was Thatcher, nothing more. Anyway, why are you telephoning me with this most uninteresting news?

BANJAXER: The press want to know your thoughts Moz, they want word from the man who wanted to put her on a guillotine.

MORRISSEY: I am FAR too busy and far too disinterested to write a statement about that hateful piece of shit. On the wireless they were saying how much she'd done for feminism, which is utter crap Kieron, she HATED feminists, even though it was largely due to the progression of the women's movement that British people allowed themselves to accept that a Prime Minister could actually be female! Because of Thatcher, there will never again be another woman in power in British politics. No, Walter, I just cannot be bothered to release a statement about THAT woman, I have tours to arrange, record executives to speak to, t-shirts to design, I am an artiste, and my art needs me. I also have a thirty question interview that I have promised to answer for my fans. I suppose you think that I just sit around all day playing Old Maid with my Mother?

BANJAXER: (Laughing) No, of course not, I realise that you are very busy, but I really do think you should issue some sort of statement today, your fans are expecting it. I don't mind writing it for you!

MORRISSEY: (Sounding incredulous) YOU, write on behalf of ME, the people's poet? Oh the thought of it. I have started to spasm.

BANJAXER: Well, if you don't get something out there today Moz, then the papers will go after Bragg or Costello for the eighties indie music comment! They may even go for Dave Wakeling!

MORRISSEY: (Sounding incredulous.... again!) Bragg or Costello? Fucking Wakeling? Who cares what THEY think? Bragg's gone soft in his old age, I bet he'll even use her christian name, or god forbid, refer to her as Baroness. In fact, I can tell you EXACTLY what Bragg will say, he'll say, (adopts a wide boy London accent) "The death of Margaret Thatcher is nothing more than a salient reminder of how Britain got into the mess that we are in today." It's all so predictable.

BANJAXER: There's talk among the journalists I know, that they are seeking Russell Brand's view on Thatcher.

MORRISSEY: (Sounding incredulous... AGAIN!) Gristle? What the FUCK does he know? He wasn't even born when she was sinking retreating ships. Oh Christ, OK, I'll give you a statement, but I don't want to see any of your shitty journo spin on it, I don't want any "Outburst" or "Explosive attack" pinned to my statement, do you understand?

BANJAXER: I can't control the headlines they give Moz. Shall we get to work?

MORRISSEY: Get to work? Sod that, old son, just copy everything I said in that Loaded interview about the old cow, and add in that bit I gave you a minute ago about the feminists. I can't waste anymore time on this, I REALLY AM extraordinarily busy. *Puts down the phone* (Shouting to the kitchen) Mother, how do you fancy another championship? First to twenty five!




MEETING MORRISSEY
Kevin Marrinan, Manchester Evening News, 11th August 1997







On the day his new album is released, a brief encounter with the enigmatic star. 

There was no mistaking the worried expression on Morrissey's face as he walked over the neat garden and down towards the heavily padlocked black ornamental gate. He wouldn't have been the first super-rich resident on this exclusive side of town to discover someone from the nearby council estate loitering outside their property, so his anxiety was for good reason. Having waited many years for this moment, I refused to be intimidated by his piercing gaze and confidently stood my ground, looking straight ahead and wondering if it was obvious I really was from the nearby council estate.
As we peered at each other through the rusty iron bars of the garden gate, I thought about the anonymous telephone call I'd received that afternoon, saying there was a chance of meeting Morrissey if I moved fast. Now, only half an hour later, here I was at a secret address and about to meet the "devious, truculent and unreliable" man with a reputation for chewing up journalists before spitting them out and stamping on their pencils.
On this warm, sunny afternoon near Manchester, Morrissey was, in fact, softly spoken and polite. In conversation, he was a man of few words, but each one is carefully chosen, polished, then delivered with the kind of accuracy Stephen Hendry would give his right arm for.
His famous wit and much celebrated one-liners did not disappoint, but most unnerving was the way he would cut dead the topic of conversation without saying a word. I knew it was time to change the subject when his expression changed slightly and his eyes looked down to the floor.
My time had finally come. Outside, in the summer heat, a cat spied on us from the shade of a tree.
As I prepared to launch my first question, Morrissey suddenly became agitated and displayed the first signs of his mistrust of the British press.
"What's that ?" he asked, pointing to a highly suspicious little black wallet in my hand. After a quick examination of the contents, a small notepad and a press card, I asked about his new album, Maladjusted, out today.
"I'm afraid it will probably sink without trace."
The first single was quite well received.
"Yes, and I'll be happy if those who do buy the album, treasure it."
The title track, Maladjusted, opens the album with a screech of distortion and Moz crooning: "I want to start from the beginning." [sic]
It's the sorry tale of a "working girl, like me," who, in true Morrissey style, is feeling a bit cheesed off, "with my hands on my head, I flop on your bed, with my head full of dread, for all the things I've said."
Hmm, does this mean Manchester's most famous big mouth has decided to repent for all those nasty things he's said over the years about certain people he knows ? Not a chance.
As we discussed the lengths some people will go to get close to him, I make the mistake of saying he must know how Sandie Shaw felt when he turned up at her door.
"She's a very cold person. No feelings at all."
She made some good pop records, though, don't you think ?
"She has lost the ability to feel anything."
I wouldn't know. Has she upset you ?
"It's because she had too much success when she was young. And no success after that. That's what caused it."

The UK pressing of Maladjusted is missing a track that's on the American release. Sorrow Will Come In The End drags the listener into the dark and deeply worrying thoughts of a man out to get his bitter revenge from someone who's "pleaded and squealed".
Suggestions that Morrissey's recent experience in the High Court inspired lines such as "legalised theft, leaves me bereft, I get it straight in the neck, somehow expecting no less," and "a court of justice, with no use for truth, lawyer, liar," have been dismissed by his record company. A few months ago, I read these lyrics to ex-Smiths drummer, Mike Joyce. Mike had just won a £1 million settlement from Morrissey and guitarist Johnny Marr in the High Court. He laughed off the song's content, saying, "Morrissey will probably say it's about his cat."
If I were Morrissey's cat, I'd be worried. Heavy strings serve to add to the chill of the words spoken - not sung - by Morrissey as he resolves: "I'm going to get you. So don't ever close your eyes, don't ever close your eyes."
This was delicate, and had to be approached carefully. The last thing I wanted to do was upset Morrissey.
Who knows what could happen if I did ? My clever strategy was not clever enough. When I asked if he'd seen a letter that appeared in the national music press recently, which suggested that one of the songs had been dropped from the album because it referred to the court case, he ignored my point and made his own.
"They make up all the letters themselves."
Not all of them. I had one published a few years ago.
"Yes, all of them. Any good letters that arrive in the post go straight into the bin."
That must be why mine survived. So they write their own, instead ?
"That's right. It's all made up by the journalists. They're not real letters sent in by the readers."
Morrissey had that look on his face again. The one that told me I should change the subject, or go home. The Smiths were the darlings of the music press. Every interview was used as a vehicle to display Morrissey's unique charm and unending wit.
As a solo performer, Morrissey has had to deal with the critics in a way The Smiths never encountered.
"Yes, things have changed. I suppose it's because we all move on. When you're young, you tend to believe in things more. As the years pass, the cynicism takes over."
Maybe the press has less to write about these days, and they resent not having you to brighten up their lives ?
"They're just interested in the latest fad. Pages full of nonsense about Oasis and whoever else happens to turn up on the day.
"Manchester, especially, is crammed with the stuff. It's all very strange and a complete mystery.
"They're horrible to me all the time. Nothing good ever appears."

The release of Maladjusted, and the tour planned later in the year, means that Morrissey is once more up for discussion.
Only those of us whose lives were changed by The Smiths, and who have grown alongside his solo work, can ever begin to understand why this "working girl" inspires such passion. No amount of bad press or stories about his alleged exploitation of those around him will change that.
A taxi crawls up the driveway, Morrissey announces, "I'm off to Paddyland," and is gone.
The cat looks across at me standing alone on the path. He knows I had a lucky escape.







Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Day 924 - Le facteur sonne toujours deux fois pour l'un des enfants terribles

RULE 1: TRUST YOUR OWN INSTINCTS...... and don't believe what others want you to believe, or what other others believe, if you yourself don't believe that their belief is correct!

I decided NOT to have a break after all, firstly because Fifi left a message on yesterday's blog, secondly because Morrissey has announced he is to play the very intimate and exciting venue of Santa Ana observatory, and thirdly because anonymous comments were left on my blog yesterday from people wanting me to delete everything I've ever written, and leave, which OBVIOUSLY is a sure fire way to keep me here! Sorry anons, you are going to have to put up with me for a little bit longer. Actually, WHY do you bother reading and commenting if you don't like what I write? Life is too short. Go and read Proust instead, or listen to Moz reading Proust:

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Can you imagine being in the audience at a Howard Deveto concert, and suddenly Morrissey walks out to read Proust..... or read ANYTHING for that matter! It must have been incredible. At the end of the reading Moz almost burst into song. I wonder if that happens with EVERY book he reads. Perhaps it is just as well that he didn't narrate his own autobiography, although to have Morrissey literally sing his life, would be awesome, and  I don't think I've ever used the word awesome in my blog before. Cool! I've never used cool either. Anyway (which I've used far too much), back to the plot. Here is Fifi's comment from yesterday:

The words of my little charmers
Sweeter than strawberry champers

My shimmying days are not over. They're never over.
Always in my heart,

Fifi



FIFI - GOING DOWN TO THE CELLAR OF THE TWIT ARMS, TO GET MORE BABYCHAM AND VEUVE



FIFI - MAKING HER WAY HOME AFTER A NIGHT ON THE BABYCHAM AND VEUVE (WOULD IT ACTUALLY BE POSSIBLE TO DRINK BOTH BABYCHAM AND VEUVE ON THE SAME NIGHT OUT?)


Another interesting comment added to yesterday's blog entry, came from Romina. Romina seems to know MANY things, and she seems to have an explanation for the fall out between Kristeen Young and the editor of her video, who is apparently called Mr Devon:

Well, Kristeen's song is a bomb! I like it very much, it could be a summer hit, she found the right balance between Icona Pop and punk, it's a shame for the video and I misjudjed her, but now I saw her tweet and I know it was just a controvery between her and a certain Mister Devon, this man is officially the owner of the footage as Kristeen is the owner of the song and of her pretty face, of course, what Mister Devon could do with the footage without the song I don't know and it's not my business anyway Kristeen blocked the video and is working for another one as Mister Devon moaning by facebook's page because Kristeen worked at his footage with someone else. Case closed. Facebook is a source of news and of old pics as young Morrissey with his beautiful Aunt Mary, but the question is why this pics are posted in the main page of a certain site who, usually, Morrissey does'nt like? Has something changed? Aunt Mary got a facebook page and posts pics with her young and famous nephew, the Mum posted the same pic on twitter, but of course, she's her sister and Santa is busy with Rudolph the red nose reindeer...Someone is playing along and we only got to wait.

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WHAT is Romina trying to say about the twitter account MorrisseysMum, that it belongs to..... Morrissey's Mum? Hold on, I think she might be right! It has been staring us in the face all along. Morrissey is NOT MorrisseysMum. Morrissey is NOT MorrisseysWorld. Morrissey is NOT True-To-You.... they are all technically owned by somebody else, but does he have access to all? YES! YES! YES! It all makes sense.

Another comment placed on my blog yesterday mentioned that not all of those old photographs that I posted yesterday, came from Aunt Mary's Facebook page, so maybe it was Morrissey's mum who made the decision to post them. Or maybe Morrissey posted them. One thing is for sure, there is DEFINITELY a link. Rule 1: Trust your own instincts..... and NEVER forget the 'woman in the shed carrying wood' tweet!

Before I move on to the Santa Ana observatory, and the fact that Mum tweeted about planet earth a WEEK AGO, I must mention these two tweets from Kristeen Young, posted yesterday, after it was announced that she had made it to Number 1 on the greatest chart of all:

Adam McCollum (wearing ME), Dita Von Teese, and Marilyn Manson: The Midwest Alliance: Indiana, Missouri, Michigan

Adam McCollum (wearing ME), Dita Von Teese, and Marilyn Manson: The Midwest Alliance: Indiana, Missouri, Michigan and Ohio.
ADAM MCCOLLUM, DITA VON TEESE AND MARILYN MANSON


OOps ....and OHIO....

I am sure it is just coincidence that Kristeen's second tweet, which added Manson's birthplace of Ohio, contained an 'OO' at the beginning of Oops, but it is STILL worth a mention.

I had never heard of Dita Von Teese before, so this morning i have been researching her. It would appear that she was Manson's wife. They may even still be married, I don't know, but WHAT a woman. Could we hire her for the Twitterdilly Arms Christmas party?


DITA VON TEESE

And whilst I am on the subject of Kristeen Young, yesterday, I decided to pre-order her new album, from the website KristeenYoung.com. I couldn't decide whether to buy the cd or the vinyl LP. The problem is, these days, I want to be able to own albums on vinyl, cd AND have mp3 copies of all the song, but hardly any artists/record companies seem to have cottoned on to what the buying public want.

When cds replaced vinyl, there wasn't a big problem. I, along with most of the music buying public, eventually gave in to the fact that vinyl was dead, and although I hated giving in, I had no choice. Morrissey remained one of the very few artists to continue to release everything on both formats, but the vast majority of artists didn't, and what is more, we all wanted to listen to our music on the go, i.e. in cars and on Walkmans, so the cd did actually make more sense.

CDs - MADE SENSE L TO R: MANCLAD, WILLOW, GWO AND LOUGHTON LIL

Since the advent and mass acceptance of the download, the cd is now dying, as we no longer have a need for it, but it would appear that the music buying public want to own something tangible, hence the sudden re-birth of vinyl.

I went into HMV last week, and was both shocked, and delighted, to see that their vinyl section had doubled in size since my last visit. Admittedly there were no singles for sale, but there were LOTS of LPs, including The Smiths, Magazine, Bowie, T Rex, The Velvet Underground, and even more encouraging, new releases from artists such as the Arctic Monkeys. All LPs were priced around £15 to £20, but only one artist was offering the sort of bundle I wanted, i.e. the vinyl album PLUS the cd PLUS a code to access the download, and all for £19.99. WHO is this ground breaking artist, with the foresight to be offering the public what they want?.......... Kylie Minogue!




Before I get banished to Kylie rehab, I should explain that I didn't buy the UK's new Number 2 best selling album, Kiss Me Once (beaten to the Number 1 by G****e M*****l) , but although Kylie may not be offering the actual record I want to buy, she IS offering the package I am now after when I buy a new album.

For me to buy Kristeen's album in every format, it will cost me $12 for the cd, $20 for the vinyl LP and $9.99 for the downloads, presuming that there is no code to unlock a download. I could, of course (tuts to self), burn the cd onto my laptop, but therein lies another problem, my new laptop doesn't actually have a cd drive, so I would have to go and buy an external drive, which I can't be bothered to do! I want simplicity. The times are a changing.

What is more, if I am to buy Kristeen's new album from her website, it has to be shipped from the US, so there is another $11 to add for the cd, and another $17.50 to add for the record. There is no option to buy both and combine shipping, which has resulted in..... me not yet buying the new Kristeen Young album yet! Oh, the dilemmas of life.


KRISTEEN YOUNG WITH THE PRODUCER OF THE KNIFE SHIFT *ADOPTS VOICE OF THE ANNOUNCER AT A BOXING MATCH...... DON'T ASK ME WHY* MR TONY VISCONTI


Right then, to the observatory. Here is the TTY announcement:


25 March 2014
Morrissey will play a special show at Santa Ana Observatory (California) on May 8th. Tickets for this show will be available on March 31st.


The observatory only holds 550 people, so it really will be quite special, and it means there is hope that Moz may play other smaller venues. Perhaps the people of the Isle of Wight will get to see Morrissey play at Shanklin theatre. It would possibly go some way toward healing the wounds of the poor souls who had bought tickets to see Adam Ant play there this Saturday, only to have him cancel!


THE OBSERVATORY SANTA ANA

So, am I back for good, or is this blog entry just a one off during my break? I guess it depends on Moz. If there is something to write, I shall write it, if not, then I won't. Everything seems to have gone quiet on the rumoured concerts in Sicily and Manchester, but surely there will be an announcement soon about UK or European dates?

And on the subject of Europe, Morrissey's friend Patti Smith has been spotted out and about, at the opening of the Robert Mapplethorpe Retrospective exhibition at the Grand Palais in Paris, where she sang a BRAND NEW, and specially written song. I'm not sure what it the song is called, but it is excellent. Perhaps it is not too late for me to get into Patti. I am guessing the song is either called 'I Came to Paris in 1969' or 'Looking for Robert Mapplethorpe' or maybe 'Robert in Paris'. If anybody knows, or can find out, please leave comment. Here is the clip of Patti singing:

 

And here is a link to a review of the exhibition, and a mention of Patti's performance: http://network2.tv/patti-smith-song-opens-the-mapplethorpe-retrospective-at-the-grand-palais/

Interestingly, the review quotes Patti as telling the 400 guests, "I would rather sing than talk to evoke Robert. Robert and I were like the infants terribles of Cocteau." I sometimes feel that way about myself and Fifi when we bicker in the Twitterdilly Arms! Oh Jean, Jean, Jean, so much to answer for.

For photography lovers: exhibitions this winter and spring | Paris ...
ROBERT MAPPLETHORPE - ARTIST AND LONGTIME FRIEND OF PATTI SMITH



Here is a Mapplethorpe clip that is also linked from the review:










LES ENFANTS TERRIBLES


So, now all we need is for Morrissey to announce a concert in Paris before July 14th.... not that I would probably be able to make it, the cricket season is upon us. One day I shall get to see Paris. One day.


And finally, Morrissey's autograph and self portrait have been spotted on the wall of the dressing room at the Auditorium Theatre in Chicago:


"Self portrait" by Morrissey from 2007 at the Auditorium Theatre in Chicago.
Posted by @surfcombat on Twitter: 

Went to @AuditoriumChgo last night & they had this thing by Morrissey in the star dressing room @dollbabytina pic.twitter.com/WioPQ4VWcA

And as pointed out by Erica Calil on twitter, our idol is a cereal!:


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Although, there is a DEFINITE likeness:





And finally finally Andrew, and finally finally George, for some reason, the number of hits to my blog from Sweden has, for some reason, gone through the roof! I am currently getting more hits from Sweden than from the UK! WHY? Who is out there? Please show yourselves. Leave comment and say hello.

And on the subject of Sweden, earlier today, I stumbled across this EXCELLENT photo video of Morrissey's book signing last year. Magic happens at the 1 minute 36 sec mark:

 

*Goes off singing* I want to start from before the beginning

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Day 923 - Following The Whammiah

Last Tuesday, I wrote that my friendship with Morrissey had survived the fact that I had admitted to liking Wham!, but since then, our relationship has rapidly nose-dived, to the extent that I seem to have driven him away from the Twitterdilly Arms, and out of my email in-box. First of all, things didn't seem too bad, with Fifi light heartedly suggesting that I take up writing 'Following The Whammiah' or going into 'Wham! Rehab', but then she disappeared from the Twit Arms, and I have heard nothing since. I have emailed, in an attempt to keep our friendship alive, but thus far there has been no reply. The windscreen wipers of my car await the postcard, confirming that it is all over.

ME IN MY CAR, AWAITING THE POSTCARD

It could of course be that Morrissey has decided to take a break from the Twit Arms, and who could blame him? Twitterdilly is a very addictive place, and if you aren't disciplined, it can take over your life. If Morrissey has decided to take a break, I will follow suit, as I too could do with rediscovering the outside world. I wonder if anything has changed in the past two and a half years, since I discovered MorrisseysWorld? I wonder if Rustle Brand has led a revolution to overturn the British government and Monarchy yet? *Pokes head out of window* Nope, it would seem not! Rustle had 3.2 million twitter followers when I first discovered MW, he now has 7.63 MILLION! Ridiculous as it may sound, Rustle could one day have enough support to create a revolution, the only question is, does he really want one, or is it all just hot air? Brand may not have the vision and desire of Wolfie Smith, but Wolfie didn't have twitter.... or a beard!

CITIZEN SMITH - NO TWITTER OR BEARD


Unless MorrisseysWorld suddenly reappears, or Fifi skips into the Twit Arms, or something else happens that warrants my return, this will be my last blog entry for a while, and my bar tab in the twit  Arms will also be settled. Morrissey's, 'World Peace is None of Your Business' tour starts in six weeks (I presume that's what the tour will be called), so I shall return then. In the meantime, I will make sure I am TOTALLY cured of my Wham! habit.

If Morrissey IS having a break away from twitter, then WHO is behind the '@MorrisseysMum' account, because that is still active? I know, I know, it's an old story, and I seem to be the ONLY person who thinks that Morrissey is behind it, so maybe now is the time for me to finally admit I am wrong, and admit that the account is run by Kevin 'Banjaxer/Walter Ego' Marrinan. I have to trust that others KNOW what they are talking about, and long-time MorrisseysWorlder, 'GirlWithout', INSISTS that Marrinan is behind the account. Rosy Mires has also informed me that Marrinan TOLD her he runs the account, and even Uncle Skinny promotes the Mum account on Solow, so I HAVE to accept it can't be Morrissey. The only reason that I initially thought the account was owned by Morrissey, was because he promoted it from the MW blog, but perhaps he was just taunting Marrinan?

MARRINAN - TAUNTED?

I have always presumed that Marrinan was involved with MW, but as time has gone on, I don't really believe that anybody else could have been involved, it was probably ALL the work of Morrissey. There are however a couple of other things that do link Marrinan to Morrissey and MorrisseysWorld. Firstly, in a very early parody piece on MW, Our Mozzer stated that Walter Ego was employed by him to post things on the internet, and secondly, Our Mozzer announced that Banjaxer would be in charge whilst he was away. Hold on.... other things are coming back to me now. It was Morrisseys Mum who, on October 9th 2011, warned us all to keep an eye out for a woman carrying wood, and then the very next day, LOG LADY appeared for the first time on the MW blog! THEY ARE LINKED! THEY ARE LINKED! THEY ARE LINKED! AND I WILL KEEP ON SHOUTING IT UNTIL EVERYBODY AGREES WITH ME.......

..... or perhaps Marrinan runs the Mum site, for Morrissey? But hold on, Morrissey informed us all on  a number of occasions that Marrinan was just somebody who had interviewed him once, and who had written to MorrisseysWorld, pretending to be Morrissey's lawyer, asking him to close the blog. Oh, what to believe, what to believe? Actually, who cares? This is my last blog for six weeks, so there is no point me getting worked up about it. The only reason I have really bothered mentioning the Mum account, is because it has recently posted these photos:


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The photo at the top is obviously of Morrissey with Aunt Mary and her family, in the USA in the mid 70s, but I have NO idea who the other photos are of. If the Mum account IS run by Morrissey, then WHY would he be posting old family photos, whilst he is currently on holiday in France? And if it IS run by Banjaxer, then where is he getting the photos from? STOP ASKING YOURSELF QUESTIONS, YOU WROTE IN YOUR LAST PARAGRAPH THAT YOU DIDN'T CARE! AND STOP SHOUTING. Aghhhhhhh, the voices in my head. I am going mad, and it is ALL Morrissey's fault. I MUST get back to the real world.



My last blog entry (before this one), was the parody piece written exclusively for Following The Mozziah by Our Mozzer. I left it up as the front page for seven days, but only a dozen or so (genuine) people left comment, so it proves that there really are very few people still following this whole story. Moz stopped writing his blog because he said it was too much work for too little reward, but perhaps MorrisseysWorld was like any underground art movement, and if it had received mass public acceptance, it wouldn't have been as special. In years to come, MorrisseysWorld may well be accepted as something that was quite groundbreaking. Our little corner of twitter, the Twitterdilly Arms, may even be seen as being a modern day version of Warhols Factory.

EDIE SEDGWICK, ANDY WARHOL AND OTHER MEMBERS OF THE FACTORY

Morrissey is a modern day Andy Warhol. Morrissey is a modern day Jean Cocteau. Morrissey is a modern day Oscar Wilde. Morrissey is a modern day Fernando Pessoa. Morrissey is not just a singer, he is an artist, just as Wilde, Pessoa, Cocteau and Warhol were artists. Morrissey has written an autobiography. Morrissey is writing a novel. Morrissey has written a self aware parody blog. Morrissey has made a film. Morrissey writes a diary.... well, I presume he still does. Now, if I could just persuade Morrissey to come and paint the walls of my house.


THE LIVING ROOM OF VILLA SANTO SOSPIR IN FRANCE - PAINTED BY COCTEAU. THE WALLS OF MY HOUSE ARE WHITE, AND THEY AWAIT MORRISSEY.


Of the comments that were left on my last blog entry, Girlwithout instructed me how to embed a video into a blog, so I was able to add the Justin Bieber deposition into the parody piece. It also means I am able to add videos to the chart. Bieber has been a topic of conversation from the very early days of MorrisseysWorld, and Our Mozzer's most recent parody piece reminded us of the hilarious review of Never Say Never, which was allegedly written by B Boorer. I added a link to the review on the parody piece, but it is worth seeing it in full, so here it is:


3 out of 10 people found the following review useful:

An inspiring tale of success against all the odds

Author: bboorer from Isle of Man, England
3 August 2011
I'm not one for crying but I have to admit I cried my eyes out during this movie. Justin Bieber reveals himself to be a thoroughly likable guy with a good nose for a pop song. I thought it was amazing how he continued fighting against everything that came his way to achieve his goal of success as an artist. I cried profusively in the final scenes.

Watching this heart-rendering movie made me re-evaluate my own life-goals and career. As someone who dreamed of being the next Buddy Holly as a kid I can't help but think I lost my insperation somewhere along the long and dusty road. Doing what I do now is OK but it's just not what I signed up for. As Justin says, "never give up on you're dreams." The man is a true inspiration for all and this movie proves what a decent all-round lad he is and what a superb role model for youngsters. This movie has it all - twists and turns, interal and external demons and a story of success and redemption.

I recommend highly. Best movie I've seen since 'Terminator' with Arnie back in the day.

Manchester, UK. With mighty Boz Boorer. Of Morrissey-Fame.
BOZ BOORER - MOVED TO TEARS

What makes the review even funnier, is that 3 out of 10 people found it 'useful'. Oh, happy days. I had to check to see if  the band were actually on the Isle of Man on August 3rd 2011, and they were! Whilst doing my research, I stumbled across this hilarious review of the Isle of Man concert:

The Educated Fool - 
    Hey all,

    Let me start by saying I am an Iron Maiden fan, absolutely love metal and I live on the Isle of Man.

    Usually not much happens here, so when an gig is announced it sells out pretty quick no matter who they are (except for Stephen K. Amos). Anyway when it was announced that Morrissey was coming over I decided to get tickets based on the fact it would be a night out.

    Now as said I'm a metal head so didn't really know many tunes that were played during the evening but I thought it was a pretty good gig in itself (nothing compared to Maiden BTW) and I like the the way Morrissey himself acts on stage.

    Some of the songs I liked are:

    Irish Blood, English Heart
    You Have Killed Me
    There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
    Everyday Is Like Sunday ---------- (I really, really felt for this tune)
    People Are The Same Everywhere
    First Of The Gang To Die

    Can you recommend either more songs similar to those listed above, or an album that I should listen to.

    Thanks,

    Up The Irons


    'Up the Irons' is of course *tuts at self for using an 'of course'* the phrase used by West ham fans. Could it have been written by Rustle? Could it have been written by Moz pretending to be an anonymous Rustle? Perhaps it really was written by an Iron Maiden fan, but the more I have read of Morrissey's parody writing, the more I seem to stumble across that I think bears his hallmark. I wonder if his diaries will ever reveal the truth? If they do, then Morrissey fans will be trawling the internet for years, looking for all his gems. As well as being Cocteau, Pessoa, Wilde and Warhol, Morrissey is also Peter Cook.


    PETER COOK.... MAKING BOWIE AND DUDLEY LAUGH

    Anyway, back to Bieber. On Day 863 of my blog thing, I compared Bieber to James Dean, and now, Bieber has started comparing himself to James Dean! Is Bieber reading my blog? Here is a photo that Bieber has posted on the net:


    'This is James Dean inspired': Justin Bieber struck a pose inspired by the late actor and uploaded it to Instagram profile on Saturday, noting that he does not smoke cigarettes

    And the original:


    Rebel Without A Cause: The iconic James Dean has made several poses go down in history including this one where he portrays the infamous troubled teen Jim Stark in the 1955 flick


    As I have nothing to report about Morrissey, it is time to bring my blog entry to an end, but first, let me share this picture, which I stumbled across today. It is of Lady Gaga in Rio, in November 2012, and she is holding a BLUE ROSE:

    Roses are blue: The singer posed with a pretty blue flower as she strolled through the shanty town

    I am guessing that Gaga was given the rose by a fan, but it really is time for Morrissey to claim the BLUE ROSE as HIS symbol. This coming tour is crucial, the BLUE ROSE SOCIETY has to grow.....  unless of course *tuts to self again* it is destined to stay as an underground movement. The question is, whether underground or not, WILL Morrissey wear the rose?

    Before I sign off, I must send apologies to a donkey. In my blog entry of last Monday, I posted this picture, with the caption 'DONKEYS!' It has been pointed out to me that the beautiful animal on the left, is of course *tuts again* a pony. It is Tony the Pony. I shall call the donkey Bowie:
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    NOT DONKEYS! WELL, ONE IS.

    And finally Cyril, and finally Esther, the brand new Twitterdilly Arms chart was counted down today, by Fluff Rat (@UpthePier), but the Youtube video for our Number 1, Pearl of a Girl by Kristeen Young, has been removed. Fluff asked her why, and got this response:

    Because it WASN'T my video. It's NOT the video for Pearl. It was assembled by a disgruntled fired "editor".

    The video for Pearl won't be finished until late April

    Ouch! If it's any consolation, I loved it, especially the use of the 'C***' book, and the song is just..... JUST!

    This is the preview for the real video. The image you mentioned is in here.

    It is a phenomenal song, and rightly deserves to be at Number 1 in our chart. I wonder why the editor got fired, and it is bizarre that some of the video remains (including Kristeen reading a book called Cunt.... I wonder if that will get past the MTV censors?). Perhaps somebody could leave comment (anonymously will be fine) to tell us WHAT happened with the video editor? Perhaps Romina knows? Romina knows MANY things, including the fact that Linder Sterling is apparently a Scorpio, which means her 60th birthday must be in late October/November. HOW does Romina know these things?

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    LINDER STERLING - AT LAST WEEK'S OPENING OF THE PENWITH GALLERY SPRING SHOW..... WITH EMPTY RED WINE GLASS. LINDER WILL BE 60 IN OCTOBER/NOVEMBER, AND IS CURRENTLY AT NUMBER 3 IN THE TWITTERDILLY CHART.



    TWITTERDILLY ARMS TOP 10 - BROADCAST TO THE TWITTERDILLY ARMS TODAY AT 12.45 BY FLUFF, TO AN AUDIENCE THAT INCLUDED: HEATHER, WILLOW, BUNNY, TRACEY BROWN, CLOVER DEAN, ROMINA, MANC LAD, KELLY THE CRISP, GIRL WITHOUT, EARS AND THE CURRENT OWNER OF THE @MORRISSEYSWORLD ACCOUNT.

    1. PEARL OF A GIRL - KRISTEEN YOUNG (NEW ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sC-cRvZZpw&feature=youtu.be (PLEASE NOTE, THE VIDEO HAS NOW BEEN REMOVED BY KRISTEEN, SO HERE IS THE INTRO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45-a2QOSGxw&list=UULl6HOfRcdOaUf-bNqhobrw)

    FROM THE FORTHCOMING LP, 'THE KNIFE SHIFT':




    NUMBER 1


    2. WILLIAM, IT WAS REALLY NOTHING (TOTP) - THE SMITHS (RE-ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nUlA4_xz8Y



    3. NUE AU SOLEIL - LUDUS (NEW ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1HaSPmYUao




    4. TROUBLE LOVES ME (LIVE AT BENICASSIM 2006) - MORRISSEY (RE-ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7n2BBKc0iQ



    5. LET ME KISS YOU (LIVE IN ISTANBUL) - MORRISSEY (RE-ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfMpKVXHSo8

    6. NO ONE CAN HOLD A CANDLE TO YOU (LIVE IN MANCHESTER) - MORRISSEY (NEW ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EubHj2Ol9eM

    7. I LIKE YOU - MORRISSEY (RE-ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz8VezofZLA

    8. THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT (LIVE AT THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL) - MORRISSEY (RE-ENTRY):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQ3GxsTaGE0&app=desktop

    9. THE WIDTH OF A CIRCLE - DAVID BOWIE (NEW ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2L4hL2IvUk

    10. QUEL MAY Y A-T-IL À ÇA? - FRANÇOISE HARDY (NEW ENTRY): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsSJdv2zd28










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    BRIGITTE BARDOT - NOT FEATURED IN THIS WEEK'S CHART!

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