One of the best presents I have been lucky enough to receive. I am overwhelmed
In a 1984 interview, a 25-year-old Morrissey discusses the hysterical fanmail he receives, and how he believes it’s “not really addressed to me”. So they’re writing to someone else?, asks his interlocutor. “Yeah, I do feel that,” he replies. He was right, of course. And any substantial appeal Make-Up Is a Lie holds is just a hangover from the very same love letters: residual affection for the hallucinated stranger who wrote some songs you may have once leaned upon.
The Guardian reviews Morrissey’s new album.
It wasn’t.
Leftfield at the Powerstation! Glorious!
Yarns after a day of snorkelling bliss. Thanks Tahi Tonga 💜
Storm’s coming
An incredible evening with beautiful people. I’m gonna miss this place 🇹🇴
What do you get when you mix an insomniac, a dyslexic, and an agnostic?
Someone who stays up all night wondering whether or not there is a dog.
Being (very politely) asked to move out of the shipping lane
Definitely fishy, 100% delicious 🇹🇴
