Thursday July 26th 2018 - Day 2507 - Fourteen minutes with you
At 6.10pm yesterday, Morrissey (as Feeble Fed) arrived in The Wrong Arms and invited people to join him in a private room. Only myself, Garrett (@MRLennon__40) and Kev (@MozzaKev) were around, so we grabbed our virtual pints and followed His Mozzness upstairs, to the inner confines of The Arms.
What followed next will not go down as the most memorable fourteen minutes of this wonderful journey of ours, although for myself, Garrett and Kev, it was fourteen minutes in the company of Morrissey, and not everyone gets that.
Kev enquired after Morrissey's wellbeing and got the reply, "One has mislaid ones glasses, but otherwise plodding along." As to why he had invited us to have an online session with him when he had lost his glasses, goodness only knows. Personally, I have to remove my glasses when I am using my smartphone or tablet, so I was surprised that Morrissey would need his glasses....unless they were reading glasses, in which case he must have had contact lenses in. I enquired as to whether he wore contact lenses around the house and got the reply, "I usually paint my eyes on around the house."
M informed me that he hadn't had the chance to look through the questions that I sent him Tuesday, which came as no surprise. I jokingly asked if he could get the answers to me by 7 pm, to which he replied, " I have a strict routine, bath 6.30pm, cocoa and bed 8.30pm. Water Mother's hanging baskets if I can be remotely bothered." I asked if the watering of hanging baskets was a euphemism and got the reply, "It is not. She fines me if not adequately blooming on her return. Lord knows I must look after the pennies these days." I stated that I was surprised that his Mother had gone away and left him in charge of the house and added that I couldn't imagine him being very practical around the house. He took umbrage and retorted, "I cannot imagine you know what day your bin is emptied, let alone your postcode." I shot back with, "You once said you've never ironed in your life", to which M replied, "I tell lies....you know the rest." And then off he went for that bath and to water the baskets.
MOZZER WATERS MOTHER'S BLOOMS
I wrote yesterday that I would only report the things said by Morrissey in the privacy of a chat room if they were of public interest. Is misplacing glasses, watering hanging baskets and knowing ones bin day of public interest? Of course! Everything Morrissey says is of public interest.
Feeble Fed had also popped into The Wrong Arms at 10.25am yesterday to once again congratulate me on my blog. He tweeted, "The buzzing in your head could have come from all manner of things, however it certainly wasn't me! Another fine blog darling Rat. Will this high praise last?" Probably not!
In other news, I was yesterday informed by someone in the know; and no, it wasn't Morrissey, that Blue Dreamers Eyes didn't sound the way it now does until AFTER Low In High School was released. Apparently Boz finished off the track, added the strings, and turned it into the beautiful song it now is. I have been playing it on repeat ever since it was posted on Youtube, and I'm certainly not the only one. There seems to be an awful lot of love for this song - it needs to be released as a single.
In other, other news, one of the Solowers - a Canadian named Gaetano - yesterday tried to start a debate as to whether or not Feeble Fed and Alfs Button really were Moz, but as is always the way, the debate was instantly brought to a close by Peter 'Uncle Skinny' Finan who stated, "Jesus. Not again", before adding that it was the work of a "liar and fantasist who invented a cast of characters to lure people down his bizarre rabbit-hole." The conversation then swiftly turned into being about poodles and Great Danes - that's Solow for you!
Despite there being seven years of evidence contained within this blog that proves beyond ALL reasonable doubt that it is Morrissey behind the various Twitter accounts, Finan continues to insist that it is all the work of a lying fantasist. Maybe, like our old friend Marianne, he has convinced himself that this is the truth because the reality is too much for him to cope with......not that he should care anymore, because he no longer likes Morrissey......although we all know that isn't true either. Poor, poor Peter. We actually have a lot to thank him for, because his insistence that Morrissey isn't involved has kept people away, and kept our beautiful journey going.
PETER 'UNCLE SKINNY' FINAN - STILL GETTING EVERYTHING WRONG
In other, other, other news, Billy Bragg is today in hot water, accused of racism for attacking British Jews. Oh, the irony.We await to see if the likes of Finan, Dozy Dave Hassle et al now denounce Bragg just as they did Morrissey, or will they jump to his defence because he is a left-wing racist and not a right-wing one? You couldn't make this up!
BILLY BRAGG - A JEW HATING RACIST?
What followed next will not go down as the most memorable fourteen minutes of this wonderful journey of ours, although for myself, Garrett and Kev, it was fourteen minutes in the company of Morrissey, and not everyone gets that.
Kev enquired after Morrissey's wellbeing and got the reply, "One has mislaid ones glasses, but otherwise plodding along." As to why he had invited us to have an online session with him when he had lost his glasses, goodness only knows. Personally, I have to remove my glasses when I am using my smartphone or tablet, so I was surprised that Morrissey would need his glasses....unless they were reading glasses, in which case he must have had contact lenses in. I enquired as to whether he wore contact lenses around the house and got the reply, "I usually paint my eyes on around the house."
M informed me that he hadn't had the chance to look through the questions that I sent him Tuesday, which came as no surprise. I jokingly asked if he could get the answers to me by 7 pm, to which he replied, " I have a strict routine, bath 6.30pm, cocoa and bed 8.30pm. Water Mother's hanging baskets if I can be remotely bothered." I asked if the watering of hanging baskets was a euphemism and got the reply, "It is not. She fines me if not adequately blooming on her return. Lord knows I must look after the pennies these days." I stated that I was surprised that his Mother had gone away and left him in charge of the house and added that I couldn't imagine him being very practical around the house. He took umbrage and retorted, "I cannot imagine you know what day your bin is emptied, let alone your postcode." I shot back with, "You once said you've never ironed in your life", to which M replied, "I tell lies....you know the rest." And then off he went for that bath and to water the baskets.
MOZZER WATERS MOTHER'S BLOOMS
I wrote yesterday that I would only report the things said by Morrissey in the privacy of a chat room if they were of public interest. Is misplacing glasses, watering hanging baskets and knowing ones bin day of public interest? Of course! Everything Morrissey says is of public interest.
Feeble Fed had also popped into The Wrong Arms at 10.25am yesterday to once again congratulate me on my blog. He tweeted, "The buzzing in your head could have come from all manner of things, however it certainly wasn't me! Another fine blog darling Rat. Will this high praise last?" Probably not!
In other news, I was yesterday informed by someone in the know; and no, it wasn't Morrissey, that Blue Dreamers Eyes didn't sound the way it now does until AFTER Low In High School was released. Apparently Boz finished off the track, added the strings, and turned it into the beautiful song it now is. I have been playing it on repeat ever since it was posted on Youtube, and I'm certainly not the only one. There seems to be an awful lot of love for this song - it needs to be released as a single.
In other, other news, one of the Solowers - a Canadian named Gaetano - yesterday tried to start a debate as to whether or not Feeble Fed and Alfs Button really were Moz, but as is always the way, the debate was instantly brought to a close by Peter 'Uncle Skinny' Finan who stated, "Jesus. Not again", before adding that it was the work of a "liar and fantasist who invented a cast of characters to lure people down his bizarre rabbit-hole." The conversation then swiftly turned into being about poodles and Great Danes - that's Solow for you!
Despite there being seven years of evidence contained within this blog that proves beyond ALL reasonable doubt that it is Morrissey behind the various Twitter accounts, Finan continues to insist that it is all the work of a lying fantasist. Maybe, like our old friend Marianne, he has convinced himself that this is the truth because the reality is too much for him to cope with......not that he should care anymore, because he no longer likes Morrissey......although we all know that isn't true either. Poor, poor Peter. We actually have a lot to thank him for, because his insistence that Morrissey isn't involved has kept people away, and kept our beautiful journey going.
PETER 'UNCLE SKINNY' FINAN - STILL GETTING EVERYTHING WRONG
In other, other, other news, Billy Bragg is today in hot water, accused of racism for attacking British Jews. Oh, the irony.We await to see if the likes of Finan, Dozy Dave Hassle et al now denounce Bragg just as they did Morrissey, or will they jump to his defence because he is a left-wing racist and not a right-wing one? You couldn't make this up!
BILLY BRAGG - A JEW HATING RACIST?
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