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Last night.

Dublin 2.

Morrissey performs against a backdrop of Margaret Thatcher about to get batoned at the 3arena.

James Reynolds tweetz:

Great gig with the daughter last night. I think the Irish audience appreciated the backdrop…

Any excuse



‘Because the news contrives to frighten you
To make you feel small and alone
To make you feel that your mind isn’t your own’

Spent The Day In Bed – Morrissey

Just ‘dropped’.

He’s also on Twitter now.

*flings flowers*

Morrissey rails against media on new single Spent the Day in Bed (The Guardian)


Lifted from The Smiths Smithposting, weird Facebook’s leading repository of Morrissey memes purposely identified as having anything to do with The Cure.

Possibly not true, but entirely feasible, and incredibly funny.


See also: A Brief History of Morrissey’s Many, Many Feuds


Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

A stunning, literally barking ‘Everyday Is Like Sunday by Morrissey last night in the 3Arena.

Still has it.

Thanks KD


Tonight in the Point Nua?

Why not hang with a DJ (afterwards).

‘Browne’ writes:

Some post-Morrissey carry on in the Workman’s [Wellington Quay, Dublin]  tonight for those who aren’t on a school night.Or those who are but refuse to live by life’s rules.


*lunges with bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums*

Rob Smith (Facebook)




Morrissey this evening in the 3Arena.

Pics via plainchant and Orlaith Cullen 


Morrissey writes:

“They have scraped cancerous tissues from me four times already, but who cares. If I die, then I die. And if not, then I don’t. Right now I feel good. I am aware that in recent photos I look unwell, but that is what illness does. I’m not going to worry about that, I’ll rest when I’m dead.”

Vinny writes:

“He’s due to play the 3Arena [Dublin] on Dec 1st. Get well soon, bequiffed king of genius.”

Morrissey reveals series of cancer treatments: ‘If I die, then I die’ (Guardian)



The joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddle here
Men and boys

1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried

I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch

A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
Who I’d feel sad to leave

You see we all lose
We all lose

What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given a chance

We never say aloud the things
That we say in our prayers
Cause no one cares

Many executed here
By the awful lawfully good
But the only thing that makes me cry
Is when I see the sky

Brendan Behan’s laughter rings
For what he had or hadn’t done
For he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us
We all lose
Rich or poor, they all lose

Taken from Morrissey’s new album, World Peace is None Of Your Business


World Peace – track by track listing (Billboard)



Morrissey has taken to his fan site true-to-you.net to deny he is behind the twitter and Facebook accounts bearing his name.

16 May 2014

I would like to stress that I do not have either a Twitter or a Facebook account. I gather that a Twitter account has been opened in my name – as ‘It’s Morrissey’ – but it is NOT Morrissey. I do not know who has opened this recent Twitter account, but please be aware that it is bogus. That’s, of course, if you should remotely care.

Untwitterably yours,
Salt Lake City
15 May 2014.

We had our doubts but you knew that already.


Previously: Tweet Is Murder