I came back a bit worse for wear after the gig and proceeded to tell 3 14yo girls (my girlfriend's daughter and her mates) that they shouldn't be watching whatever cruddy music channel they were but turn on to Ch4 to see a true music legend. As one of them is a bit of an emo I thought she may be willing for a bit of education (and not in that sense magistrate
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Anyway waited patiently for Moz and not even a peek-a-boo (geddit?) of Siouxsie who I so thoroughly enjoyed. Don't think they even showed the Courteneers.
Anyway to cut a long story short Morrissey sounded frankly dreadful on the TV and the band sounded as if they were playing through a Casio keyboard c1981 complete with bossanova rhythm setting. The sound wasn't great but it wasn't that bad.
Needless to say the 3 girls looked at me as if I was completely mental. (as did my girlfriend whose one and only time of seeing Moz live culminated in the question; "HAS HE GOT ISSUES?")
I then regaled them with a tale about how my maths teacher got wrongly accused of molesting his stepchildren, by his stepchildren at which point I was told, wisely, it was time for bed!