I met him. He was very kind, leaned in when I asked him a question while a throng of girls was forming so I could whisper it into his ear. What I most remember from that day other than the overwhelming relaxed feeling I got being around him, was that he was impeccably groomed. He wore a scratchy coat, I touched the arm of his coat, but never touched him. He told me I needed to take my dog to poo. It was so cool. To this day friends refer to my dog as being famous for having been included in Morrissey's train of thought.