"I’m such a mess" I excused myself. "I didn’t have time to put any make-up on" "You don’t need any make-up, you look great. I love your glasses" he replied adoringly.
OMG I’m so happy we are all talking about this, I thought I was the only one who read it haha It’s SO interesting!
I definitely think they had athing. I think Morrissey might have had a thing for her in the beginning and she didn’t and then later she fell for him and he didn’t like her anymore lol. But at some point they definitely did. you can even see it in this interview (x) Morrissey is so fangirly lol & in these passages especially.
”Now Morrissey, my new-wave Prince Charming, six foot tall in his socks, picked me up for another photo session to promote our budding musical collaboration. His letters had been constant and wonderful; warm, tender, funny, intimate, always supportive, but I still did not know him too well. In the back of the taxi I could feel his eyes on me, examining the minutiae of my appearance. I was a bit fazed.”
“Once I held him close for comfort, outside the studio, sinking into the softness of his red cashmere jumper. To my surprise he opened up and exuded back. Forgetting his usual jarring physical awkwardness, he allowed himself to melt into the oneness.Back and forth the sympathetic communion of spirit flowed. I knew he could not allow himself this luxury again. Although it was not quite goodbye, it certainly felt like an adieu to the Morrissey I used to know.”
Morrissey also wrote letters to her with passages like this
“'Let us dance barefoot in the snow until all of St. Petersburg is aflame with jealousy………Ever and ever, Morrissey.'”
BUT I would also like to show how different they percieved the same incidents lol
"I drove over to Morrisseys’ Knightbridge flat. He looked dishevelled and worry-laden, his familiar high stiff quiff flopping at half-mast. Although it was almost summer, a fire blazed in the hearth and ‘Top of the Pops’ blinked silently at us from the TV screen. This was a time when Morrissey really needed a close friend. Johnny is fairly easy to get along with, but Morrissey can be exasperating. He seemed never to have learnt the art of friendship, and I felt desperately sad for him, imprisoned in his self-imposed solitude."
& THEN when you read Morrissey’s autobiography of the same situation he is like
"When the doorbell rings and I decide not to answer, Sandie Shaw edges out inch by inch onto a perilously small ledge, from which the drop to Kensington High Street would instantly turn her into packing material, but there she is – shuffling into view with hands and body flat against the kitchen window, as I sit watching her, cradling tea at the kitchen table. It is one of those moments. I open the window: ‘WHAT are you doing?’ I gasp. ‘Well, you wouldn’t answer the door, so I’m coming through the window,’ she says, legs and arms sprawling through the gap like a giant millipede.
LMAO I think she forgot to mention the part she basically broke into his house.
also read these lyrics to this song she wrote about Morrissey o.O
"By the time I had driven up the Bayswater Road and back I had written my fifth song for the album, ‘Take Him’ - all about a curious incident in a disco…………."
the lyrics to “take him” mentioned above
With your pork pie hat and your short cropped hair Oozing self-confidence she’s going somewhere You sashay across the room cast your eyes around the gloom Hold your arms out in welcome to one and all You’ve got the looks you’ve got the youth You’ve got the suss you’ve got the truth You’ve got the guts to carry it off And with brazen face glee you took his attention away from me And you can take him, take him on the dancefloor But if you want more you’d better stand in line You can take him but you’d better leave him When the dance is over he’s mine, all mine He’s mine all mine Oh don’t you squeeze his hand Oh don’t you hold his stare Don’t you run your fingers anywhere I know you cast your spell but he’s mine can’t you tell? Though his body is with you his mind is on me You’ve got the nerve you’ve got the cheek You’ve got the dance so to speak But I can always dance on my own And I’ll hang out so cool I’ll take his attention away from you And you can take him, take him on the dancefloor But if you want more you’d better stand in line You can take him but you’d better leave him When the dance is over he’s mine, all mine You can have him right here upon the dancefloor but if you want more I’ll lay it on the line You can take him take him to the cleaners It don’t take a genius to know that he’s mine The boy is mine
I’ve been crying into soup while listening to Still Ill By The Smiths ALL WEEK because I am super sick and I missed the first week of uni already, missed an art show and and Im STILL not better!…I’m STILL ILL and I am just a big baby wahhhhhhh lol
What's it like being the closest thing to perfection?
Thank you so much for your kind words.
This is the sweetest, most beautiful, kind thing someone has ever said to me. ❤️
I would like to say though, I am far from perfect, not in a self-depricating way, but that none of us are perfect. I am not better than you. I try my best to be the best human being that I can be and hope that is enough. Sometimes I fall down, mess up and get scars and bruises along the way. I am human. I try and cover up my flaws. I suffer from anxiety. Sometimes I hurt other people. I only hope that I can learn from these things and make it better. My life is great and amazing. I am very lucky but sometimes it isn’t perfect either just like everyone else.. As an artist I can paint my picture for the world to see, my very best even, but few will ever see the work, blood, sweat and tears that go into that
I am glad that despite this that someone like you would still say something like that about me and that my best is good enough and I do appreciate it.
We are all great and perfect in our own little ways though, not to be terribly cliche, but take time to also look and find that in yourself. I am sure you are the closest thing to perfection too anon! :)
If you lost a close friend and they came back like Sherlock did to Watson. How would you react?
Well I would NOT have reacted like Watson did! lol
Honeslly I would have reacted probably more like a Greg response: a light hearted “you bastard!” followed with a HUGE ass tearful tight hug. Then I might not let them go lol.
Yes I would be shocked, emotional, ask questions, but only probably much later. I’d probably be too happy they are back to even ask.
I couldn’t ever imagine loosing a close friend like watson did in such a way. I would probably have gone through the long stages of mourning and grief the same way, but once they came back in my life I don’t think I would be as stand off-ish as he was.I am a pretty open-hearted person in that regard whether for better or worse, I see the best in people and give them second chances even if they put me through hell sometimes.
But I imagine that afterwards even if I was happy I would go through another whorl wind of emotions, and have to sort of relive and undo all the grieving processes. It would probably take a while for things to go back to normal but I like to believe that they would be back to civil, normal or good eventually even if not ever the same. But I guess I would never really know and I hope I never know.
oh yes you must have seen my default of me & Johnny Marr 5ever! lol jkjk
No I do NOT have a boyfriend and honestly I hope I never ever have one.
Just to clear things up I am VERY attracted to men, I am straight, but I am aromantic which is a type of romantic orientation "An aromantic is a person who experiences little or no romantic attraction to others.". So in short I am sexually/aesthetically/platonically attracted towards men but NOT romantically attracted towards anyone.
So a traditional, romantic relationship such as having a “boyfriend” is something that I do not experience towards anyone & something I would never desire. I don’t date/have romantic relationships/etc. I plan on being single & happy the rest of my life basically. I hope that answers your question. :)
So what about that time I went to Johnny Marr’s venue for his show 7 hours before the actual show at noon because I was so worried that I wouldn’t get front row center….&& then I was the ONLY person there lol
Even better, after the first few hours of just sitting on the concrete, next to the door with my portable music player BLASTING “The Messenger” album,
Iwan Gronow walks past me.
In a moment of shock and embaressment I just stare...lol while their music plays in the background. I think he looked as surprised as me lol.
As well as other members from Johnny Marr’s band afterwards
I think my dad said hi but that is it.
PS I also saw Angie Marr drive around with Riff’s head sticking out the window in the traffic in front of us lol