Take the rest you need.

No wonder Morrissey made the comment about a psychiatric ward on wednesday - most people here are nuts!

Hope you're feeling better already, can't wait to see you again.

1. Morrissey farted down the microphone when he walked off stage.

2. He called your mum a wino.

3. He thinks your dads a gothic fag.

4. He can do what the fuck he wants (he can walk off stage, got a problem?).

5. He's hiring a muck spreader to drive past the next gig queue, spraying you all with excrement from cows fed on organic scottish grass.

6. In the next interview he does Morrissey will declare war on middle England, and Gordon Brown.

7. Morrissey is considering legal action against David Camerons Testicles.

8. He refused to wear the purple suit Jonathan Ross gave him.

9. Morrissey pulled a moony at your gran down the post office.

10.He is Morrissey, nothing could make his fans more green with envy of the power at his disposal.

"It's worth bearing in mind that Morrissey and Boorer have now been collaborating for more than three times as long as the singer's alliance with Johnny Marr. And yet still people continue to ask when he'll re-form his best band. Given another 25 years to get nostalgic about these shows, we may yet come to the conclusion that this was his best band."

"Morrissey put your woolly socks & thermals on, take your hot water bottle and switch on your electric blanket, drink lots of honey & lemon and get better soon".

Tim Jonze / NME

PS: Sorry I fucked up the interview.

Passing years make repetitive comments on here.
I know I have.
Here's another, albeit fairly new in my eyes..
Morrissey should ditch the 3 stooges. walliams brand and ross..

He is far far more comical than they'll ever be.

Roll on Doncaster!

I cant Fucking wait!!! Edinburgh especially - it will be mad. Mozza will be loved! No fucking moaners. CAN NOT WAIT.

Morrissey gets sick and you conniving bitches, for the birds poke and prod like he’s a dartboard at Morrissey this intelligent, competent, genius. Now you’ll all play nice nice like when you were a kid playing paddy cakes because you want to kiss his arse so that he won’t cancel Wednesday’s gig, you wretched blockhead hot headed slime are beyond transparent. Morrissey couldn’t give a flying fuck when you sit here and praise the guy in your pathetic banter for your dreams to come to pass on Wednesday - you’re all gross - what kind of human filth pours beer on the sweetest most honest man while he is sick - what are you lot? are you tattered torn, black magic brewers still having a go - give it a rest - Morrissey hates you - ripping him, questioning him, trashing him, belittling him, mocking him, pouring beer on him while he’s sick to add insult to injury - you should be ashamed of yourselves, you floundering backstabbing Satan worshippers who have no souls. Well he is sick - what is difficult about that? He is sick physically and more so, he is sick of all of you. You throw beer on him and you expect him to stay on stage you filthy behemoth mounds of rectal hemorrhoids - go pop your hemmies, when we are up center by the stage, you filthy human wastes of space who reek of sewers, dumpsters, and homeless individuals who have not showered in ages. Isn’t wondrous that Morrissey has to instruct his people to spray fragrances to hide your raunchy odors. you reek. the end. Morrissey should give up playing now for you dregs of vomit, and why should he care if you all wasted your few remaining pounds that you didn’t spend on your crack addiction. You people reek, Morrissey does his cologne spray because you people take one shower a month using the bar of soap that you store in your mother’s vagina. We loath, detest and abhor you sycophantic two faced lying sacks of shite. No wonder Morrissey cancels - just the thought of being in close proximity to you filthy swine and your dirty faces and bodies, near you people looking at your faces (you know who you are), how does he control the inkling to not come out and throw rat poisoning at your blockheads, then turn a garden hose on the lot of you splashing you all down with sun dried tomatoes mixed in a concoction with blood, curses, and rancid blue cheese dressing. oh yes ,but being that Morrissey is a respectable, kind gentleman, he has to make a show go and because of the business that he is in, he has to struggle to control these compelling yet tasteful desires. We’d like to see him set his shirts on fire before throwing them to you empty headed mechanical dirtbags.
He hates you all, you gutless criminal low lives, especially the ones who poured beer on his immaculate attire, we hope you rot in hell, you black magic, tarot card reading two headed hacks - just the thought of you all make him lose his voice, lose his mind, lose his lunch. I think he’d rather play to some 1000 year old mummies from Iran. In fact I’d think he’d rather play to a gaggle of Billy goats from Tibet, at least they won’t reek of your stenches and the blood dripping from your fat carcasses. So go on in your lame attempts to weasel your way to the front of the queue with your cheep fuck lame tixs and then come back on here and complain about all of your clones amongst you. Lastly we wish Morrissey to be well in spirit and feeling better. We will not and shall never be the ones to pour beer or taunt you for your illness or illnesses. We understand that with all of the traveling, anxiety and work that you go through, it is only inevitable that one such as yourself with that tip top voice will now and then get sick. We fully understand and we’ll see you in the future when all’s well.

This fuckin french/pseudo elvis impersonator and james dean doing fuck all as usual is pretty boring

open with the hollies -- gasoline alley bred
gerry and the pacemakers -- youll never walk alone and anything british black and white
after all we did invent boring and have gratified in the satisfaction of being so ever since

It's all so very sad really. Think how depressed Moz must be feeling about the whole thing. A singer not being able to sing is like a writer not being able to write. For it all to end on Friday night before the climax of adoration that would have come on Saturday and Sunday...what a bummer! I can just imagine the man sitting alone in some furnished rooms in the Cadogan with the curtains drawn, a thin volume of Sylvia Plath poems in his hand, and 'Lonely Planet Boy' on the stereo. Oh well, hopefully he'll write a great song inspired by the misery of the moment - that last great number 1 single that we all know he has in him.

I love all the people on here who are obviously trying so hard to be shocking/literate/obtuse/psuedo intellectuals. All these rambling posts with long words and no point, they are really really dull.

A tip; you just come across as 14 year olds who got a dictionary for Xmas. Don't take the fact that you have really dull 9-5 accountancy jobs out on us, if you want to be a rebel due us all a favour and become a suicide bomber. You'll suck at that too.

Will we get refunds/replacement tickets for Friday's aborted concert?

He is stuck in a self-imposed rut, as shown by the songs he debuted from his forthcoming album.
“There’s so much destruction/All over the world/And all you can do is complain about me,” he groaned inelegantly in “All You Need Is Me”. “That’s How People Grow Up” was a crude whinge about lovelessness, its mood sludgy with guitars and complaint. The image of a near-50-year-old man clinging to ancient grievances and longings was unappealing. Morrissey still has flashes of greatness in him but his fantasy world is growing sterile.

"The image of a near-50-year-old man clinging to ancient grievances and longings was unappealing."

So true. He doesn't live on Maudlin Street anymore.

Does anyone know the name of the balck and white film that shows before Morrissey comes out, looks old, like 30s/40s, and they talking about a character called morrissey?

Hi, if anyone on this site wants one ticket for Edinburgh Playhouse at Face Value £37.25, please email [email protected]. Ticket is 3rd row of the Circle. I can hand it over in person on the night.

Otherwise I will stick it on Ebay. Thanks.

Chris

There are a couple Smiths/Moz photos

http://www.flickr.com/groups/sleeveface/pool/show/ with/2203952616/

I'm sure Morrissey appreciates the "Well Wishes" the NME posts from fansites as well as the:

"Still others offered Morrissey tips for staying healthy. 'Morrissey gets sick WAY more than the average singer or person! He needs to take better care of himself starting with some decent meals (and that doesn't mean non-veggie ones).'"

Nice to see the NME are making their efforts to cling to Moz again. I bet he's already making the invitations to his Malibu pad for a "spot of tea and biscuits" to the fine editors and knowledgable journalists at that fish wrap.

Anybody keeping count?

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"There's so much destruction all over the world..."

And all that Morrissey can do is sing sing yet another sing about himself.

Does anybody know what happened to MorrisseySaveOurLives? Just when I was going to ask to be added! :(

None of the Roundhouse dates are being rescheduled. Just had an email now. Refunds have been sent to the card tickets were booked with.

Thank god I went to Doncaster...........