Perennial bad influence Gillen rambles about The Smiths, and reminds of precisely how much I love them. Nobody mopes like Morrisey, and with a seriously annoying cold, tons of work that needs to be done and absolutely no motivation, I am in a moping mood.
Not that moping is the be end of all The Smiths' brilliance, Morrisey can be gloriously funny when he wants to, but in the end it's the stingers that serve tragedy rather than comedy that leave the greatest impression. But then, isn't that usually the case?
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