On a rainy Sunday in November, myself and the good people at Junior Gazette hosted a Morrissey themed party. From the time between the nervous beginnings to the too-much-toast aftermath among the fallen petals and teacups, I offer you these moments:
Morrissey is a cunt! But last xmas Andy Rourke carved my xmas turkey! Send me a zine and i’ll get him to sign it for you if you want. He’s a friend. xb ps. Johnny Marr is lovely too :)
Your life is exciting Lady Bree! Did you get the email I sent you about swapping packages?
I would suggest you have a Mark E Smith day. Another talented Mancunian. :)
Good idea – we can recreate the pub in the “Wings” video.
sSuch beautiful photos. Hope you all had suitably miserable fun!
If I were in the same city or state as you, I would have brought some blue rose (or green carnations):
Have a happy new one.
Wow. Wish I had been there. Lovely.
Nice post. Glad I came across your blog.
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