I'm sure you misheard. Barton may have cognitive challenges, but i doubt he's lost his marbles such as to wonder why players from Francophone and Mahgreb Africa would pass copies of Amadou et Mariam, Tinariwen and Ali Farka Touré cd's to their French colleagues.
How odd that high-brow Morrissey would hang out with another pseudo-intellectual wide-boy in St Tropez. How odd that Joey Barton, of no use other than wank utility eye candy and a few silly quips, is ideally suited to his increasingly gormless friend Morrissey. Just imagine how stimulating it would be to share a glass of absinthe whilst they explained how influenced they both are by all the books they haven't, in fact, read. *thinking* Or if read, haven't understood, but still quote from wilfully, and tendentiously out of context, whilst they egregiously patronize working class life by imagining that no one on minimum wage still has a library ticket.
He can't have said anything about that as the beat box next to their tawdry recliners would be pumping out obscure rockabilly and Sun 45rpms, which they'd jive along to and stir their cocktails excitedly, fully realising and understanding that the very foundations of the music they champion, (not for it's innate worth but for haute-froidure fashion statement purposes) is from the motherlode of aforementioned African musics.
How dearly I would love to be part of their exclusive club, to breathe their rarified air of salon society wit and wisdom. ahem!
Picture 'ambivalent' Morrissey in the context of #wannabeAlphaMailFAIL! Barton as he tweets his inane steam of drivelous tourrette's to an utterly discerning audience. Let us reflect on a few of his recent glorious epithets, which, no doubt, Morrissey immediately recognised for their Wildean wit.
“2 questions for Thiago Silva. Firstly, Why are YOU talking about ME, in your press conference before PSG v Barca? Very strange.” “Secondly, Are you Pre-Op or Post-Op? #transsexual #thiagosaladyboy.
“Baffles me, which way he’s going. Is he a man changing to a woman or a woman changing to a man? Can’t work it out.”
I'm sure Morrissey put down his books on Andy Warhol to reflect on the eternal beauty of these words. I, however, merely provided Mr Barton's photographed face with a fulsome facial for use as metaphorical metrosexual moisturizer.
Joey, I know you've got some issues there, and I'll help if I can, but leave the transphobic thing out. A professional footballer is in the darkest of mental closets by the very nature of the prison cell of homophobia that shrouds their profession already, making 'witty' transphobic snipes is almost funny, until one realises you, like Morrissey, can dish it out but can't take it. It you want to take it from me, Joey, just bend and spread and I'll do the business. Here, on Twitter, or anywhere else. Otherwise, kindly STFU, stop quoting authors you clearly do not understand and stop teasing and leading Morrissey on. OK? I briefly wasted some retina cells on your web page where you boast you are an "ex-con". No, Joey, just a con, just like Morrissey. You further boats you are "Football's Philospher King, Loving Dad and Violent Thug all rolled into one". Joey Barton, you are a tosspot. I hope you enjoy your stay in France. Please stay there forever.
Joey Barton. Morrissey: You have both been serviced by the BrummieBoy crew.
http://www.joeybarton.com/alastair-campbell-guest-blog-is-joey-barton-a-total-scum-bag/