Morrissey wrote an autobiography. I don’t care if it’s 660 pages long, I will buy and read it. Just as soon as he finds a publisher. (Please, please, please, let him….) I wonder if the book’s title length will rival that of his songs?
There is a freakin’ cat. On his head. I don’t care what people say—Morrissey rules.
(photo via an old, yet still highly entertaining, Guardian interview)
At the Morrissey Songwriting Clinic, via Where’s My Jetpack?
I was going to post this other bit of awesomeness from the same blog to say Happy Easter, but Morrissey > Easter (and unicorns, apparently, which surprises even me) in my book.



