"The whole vagueness around your sexuality in the past puts me in mind of Morrissey.
He plays with it. He’s very English in that he’s actually taken that and turned it into an art form. It’s all part of who he is. It’s funny and catty and sweet. That’s what I want form Morrissey.
Are you still mates?
A friend of mine shot him yesterday actually (Wolfgang Tillmans) but I don’t see him much these days. The last time I saw him I took him to dinner in LA. I brought a whole load of people with me to tell him that we really wanted him to make a record.
Who came?
Courtney Love, Fran from Travis was in town so he came down. A whole bunch really.
I can’t imagine Courtney and Morrissey together. How did that go?
It was funny, the two of them. Courtney’s Courtney."
EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! In the name of journalism I googled the internet for secondary sources...
Running around Los Angeles the other day I stopped to get a bite at The Cat and Fiddle, a small restaurant off of Hollywood Blvd. As the host led me through the restaurant to be seated who should I see but Morrissey dining with two others. As I got closer I realized who he was seated with. It was none other than Courtney Love and Michael Stipe. As I walked by I said "good afternoon" to which they all replied "good afternoon".
HEAD HAS OFFICIALLY EXPLODED.
As to the title of the epic erotic novel that I am now destined to write....
"Murmers of Killing Uncle"
" The Last of The International Green Adventures in High Fi"
"Nightswimming November Monsters"
Decisions, decisions.
Don't worry, Courtney will play a vital role in the book.
