Morrissey Doesn’t Know Anyone… Who Would Like A Reunion of The Smiths
MORRISSEY, quite possibly the most tedious popstar ever created, is being all contrary again, giving withering looks and claiming that he doesn’t know a soul who wants a Smiths reunion.
Maybe that’s true because, in actual fact, he doesn’t have any friends or indeed, is surrounded solely by sycophants.
In an interview with Billboard, he said:
“I don’t know a single person who wants a Smiths reunion! But, no, there aren’t any bands I like to see again because your memory of them is how they were in their prime or at their best or at their most desperate, and you look to them to be someone that they no longer are.”
This is the man who booked the ageing New York Dolls to play with him in a cricket ground.
This is the man who will be playing shows with Tom Jones and Cliff Richard, two acts that are hardly in their prime or desperate to prove a point.
Of course, to divert attention from mentioning The Smiths, Mozza did what he does best and decided to put out his hands, wrinkle his brow and say ‘poor me’.
Talking of being poorly last year, which included double pneumonia, a bleeding ulcer and a gastrointestinal disorder, he said:
It was a bad year. I was in hospitals so frequently that the doctors were sick to death of me, and there’s nothing more ageing than lying in a hospital bed, trying to recover from hospital food.”
If your illness doesn’t kill you then the hospital food sees you off. That’s what it’s there for. Anyway, it was my time to go to pieces. Much overdue.”
Either way, there we go – Morrissey was ill, didn’t like hospital food and won’t be getting The Smiths back together. Maybe journalists should start asking him different questions from now on or, preferably, ignore him altogether and give him what he’s always yearned for: Awkward solitude.