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Some selected highlights from the mythical (though unfortunately almost unwatchable) pixel pulp that is the Sheffield backstage footage.
Never fails to fill my heart with joy
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Some selected highlights from the mythical (though unfortunately almost unwatchable) pixel pulp that is the Sheffield backstage footage.
Never fails to fill my heart with joy
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He's posted a 15 year old picture and people are telling him how great he looks. LOL.Those shots by Robin from the 2006 Canal+ session somebody recently unearthed on Twitter. See Frink thread a couple of weeks back...
He's posted a 15 year old picture and people are telling him how great he looks. LOL.
Have they worked their way through BMG's digital strategy bumph?
Central hasn't posted anything truly horrific since December.
(I've probably tempted fate & will return from church to find they've posted 15 controversial YouTube videos.)
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Strange & unexpected even.All very confusing.
Shush, Karen, for goodness' sake
I don't know if this had anything to do with BMG; as far as I know there never was any Instagram account for Morrissey - label run or otherwise.
Currently in the somewhat-traumatic-but-ultimately-healing throes of a full Allsoppian 'De-Clutter', in prep for the forthcoming flit.
Which amounts to combing through the full Fool Frady Archives, going all the way back to the Victorian shores of the Nineteen Haties.
The tiniest throwaways can, sometimes, be the finest gems, and yesterday's panning for gold unearthed a Panini 'Smash Hits' sticker of the Moz fizzog, to place in your Panini 'Smash Hits' sticker album naturally {which Ć, naturally, had not}, with a similar colour frame to this Andrew Catlin shot {1986?} ~
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~ but that was not the gem part {or the only gem}.
On the flipside of the glam mug shot was an explanatory paragraph or three on who Stephen Patrick Morrissey was.
The mini pop-bio climaxed with ~
"Morrissey lives near Manchester, and is not very normal"
~ as fine and noble an epitaph as one deserves to get.
Gavin Hopps could not have summarised the man better in 500 pages of his secret garden of overgrown prose.
And words that still sum the man up to-day, perhaps. {If one simply switches Manchester with 'the Sunset Marquis'...}
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