I saw that Morrissey once in Safeway supermarket on Kensington High Street.
He had practically nothing in his wire basket, which made me wonder: if you are famous, perhaps you don't dare buy a six-pack of Mr Kipling's Cherry Bakewells in case a wandering fan thinks you're a prat.
This must become more of a problem for those at the cooler end of the spectrum.
Morrissey
Too effete
To eat.
4 comments:
ha ha... Mozza eating cherry bakewells... Mr Kipling is Murder.
Aha Phoebe! I wonder if we should tell his Latino fan club!
Morrissey was just here in the flatlands. Alas, I did not run into him at the market.
It's my first visit here. As a yankee, I kinda need a language key code. There were a few word that didn't quite wrap around my brain.
But I loved your little ditty.
I also once encountered him in Waterstones on Ken High St. I was walking up to the upstairs bit, and he was walking down. I don't remember what book, if any, he was carrying. We passed on the stairs and he smiled at me as I gave him that
'I know who you are and I'm a huge fan 'cos your records changed my life and me and my friends at college dance round to your voice every Thursday night at 'Alternative Thursdays' at Jacksons Nightclub in Staines and I'm in a band too and I write lyrics and although I'm regarded as a pretty good lyricist I'm just not in your league and I wish I could get my hair like yours I play guitar in my current band but I can play the drums, bass, and guitar and I don't know it now but in about 20 years I'll still be a fan of yours despite you making some very misguided and unsound comments and I'll see you play live at the Royal Albert Hall just up the road and then also at Alexandra Palace and mourn my lost youth...'
Yeah, he smiled as if he'd heard it all before...
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