Like like Bennett has been cruel and unkind. Peggy Mount, God I loved that woman.

Actually, if he was though that could explain Mozzer's highly negative lyrical references to fat. He mostly seems to slam fat women though.

brilliant Q&A from the master of the genre. how charming can two men be?

"Well, he didn't turn up at the door with steaming broth or anything like that. I would call on him at two in the afternoon, and he would knock on my door at seven at night. I would ask him about the daily obituary columns. I remember one day I knocked on his door and he opened it and I said 'Peggy Mount's dead', and he said, 'Oh, good- come in.' Either he was pleased to see me or he was relieved that Peggy Mount was dead- I don't know which it was."

no more charming than that.

Thick I may be; but how can you read this? Is there a way to make it bigger on the screen??

I'll bet, as a 'fashion' tip, that hides a paradox. Morrissey is so observant and his comments connect up on many levels, to savour and satiate.

The festival "STINKS" though.

HELL ON EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Security in front stage robbed my purse.
Oh yes they did and they know it!

I was a dull, fat kid in spectacles sitting in a Manchester council house who caught the first transmissions of his plays in 1978-79 and I was thunderstruck because it was the first time I'd seen what I pitifully considered to be my sense of humour on screen.

LOL, I 1st discovered Bennett in 1976 when I'd purchased the recording, A Poke In The Eye (With A Sharp Stick) - a live recording from the special Gala Performances at Her Majesty's Theatre, London in aid of Amnesty International. Being that I was a huge fan of Monty Python, I purchased said regarding on the sole merits of Python's association (not to mention proceeds of sales going to Amnesty International)...

Haha, but then I heard Bennett's contributions along with his old Beyond The Fringe comrades - I rolled about laughing myself into hysterics, lol.

Oh, but I was just a shy, skinny girl...but, I knew a thing or 2 about superior examples of comedy. ;)

...does this mean Alain is out of the band?

After apologising for invading his privacy, I said I had just wanted to shake his hand. We spoke briefly about some of his work then I felt the need to announce my love of Moz. He highlighted my Queen is dead T shirt had already given that away. After declining to come in for a cup of tea, I suggested that I should leave him be and thanked him for being so pleasant and indicated to leave. He said, "Before you go. Can you hold on?". He disappeared inside and returned with a pen and a small scarp of paper asking what my name and address is. Thinking he was about to report my stalker behaviour, as I gave him my details, I asked why he wanted to know . He told me a story about Morrissey and offered me a guest list place for his Meltdown reading the following day. As I had to return to Scotland to work the following day, I had to once again decline his polite hospitality. He told me he has about four postcards that Morrissey had sent him and said he'd send them to me as I'd probably quite like them and there were of no use to him. While I remained calm, inside I was jumping six foot in the air, clicking my heels with excitement. As I closed his gate thinking how wonderful it would to have these postcards but I had a feeling that my address would be lost before he found the postcards. No postcards ever arrived and I still hope that one day he finds that scrap of paper with my address squeezed between two books in his bookshelf by the door and remembers me and sends me the cards.

Hugh, Morrissey the [email protected]

I would have thought so at some point.
All those Irish dinners and Northern English food.
Anyway, I would have thought most would have been at some point. Those plates were always piled high with spuds and everything else.
Then you hit teenage years and decide to go on a crash diet...Nowadays termed anorexia.

I think so...then again I could be wrong!

That's my life story in about five lines.

The best is yet to come.

Isn't Bennett a shirt-lifter?

See that Julie Birchill, you can live next door to genius.

I want to learn the art of distancing myself.

I was thinking the same thing, he writes so wonderfully still in these little clips we see here and again, but maybe he just wanted to delibrately make a "mainstream" type of record, accesible to more than just those of us who sit with the last fifteen seconds of SOUTHPAW GRAMMER on repeat in the dark hours of night to hear him faintly beg, "help me help me" under the current of the music.

shut up. It's just stupid. If you dont like stuff he's done, fine, but really, no one cares why you think he did a "poor album". i personally loved it. and if you didnt think there were amazing lines in that album, you should definetly give it some more listens. seriously.