Heaven knows I'm miserable now...

Just back from an evening in the company of Morrissey. He was everything I expected him to be - ie depressing and a tad Vegas. A couple of Smiths songs, a nice bouncy opening 20 minutes, a decent Irish Blood, English Heart encore. But far too many burly heterosexual men over-idolising their hero and talking about the gig in 1987 at the Ally Pally and other such creepy-crawly shite. Saying that, it was a ruddy good night out. "Who put the grim into Grimsby?" asked the Mozzfather, before taking over the sports hall venue. For me, it was all downhill from there. But the baying crowd seemed to disagree. In other news, I offered my resignation to my daytime employer today, signalling the end of a road lined with newspapers for me.