Dear Morrissey....

Hello. I just sent a wee lady friend a few Friday night texts. Not of the exciting oooooh "ain't we 'avin it" sort, oh no. I was congratulating her on being holed up with a long term Lover. (Eddie - you might not like that title but it's the best I can do at this moment). Staves off the crap moments, doesn't it? Anyway, in the middle of sending them I suddenly thought. (Not usual when quick firing those little stupid computer thoughts). I had the notion that if I carry on the way I am I'm going to end up like Morrissey. And then I thought, well, perhaps in some ways I'm already like him. And then, lastly, and thankfully, I realised that I Love that man and everything that he does and stands for to bits so it wouldn't really be a bad thing if I did now, would it? Cool. :-D

That's that potential Friday night doom and gloom binned just in time for me to roll over, pour another glass of red wine and potentially carry on feeling sorry for myself whilst scribbling in the song book. It will pay off in the end. Football tomorrow, that will cheer me spirits up. I'm just about over the fact that Ian WrightWrightWright went to Punk Rock Arsenal Legend ooooh he's fabulous Paul Kaye's gig in my local and I missed the whole damn shebang. Night night, happy weekend to you. XXXX