Saturday, 21 November 2009
Oh, the rain falls down on a humdrum town...
....this town will drag you down (William, It was really nothing). I've loved The Smiths since hearing "Hand in Glove" on the John Peel show back in 1983. As a fellow vegetarian with a shared love of 1960's gloomy kitchen sink novels I lived in the vain hope that one day I'd meet Morrissey and we'd share a terraced house in Salford. Alas, my dream remained a fantasy but I've never tired of listening to his dulcet tones and marvelling at his perfectly sculpted cheekbones.
What a miserable day it's turned out to be, only the prospect of a night on the town lifts my gloom (and now my roots have been retouched I can again face the public). I've been to two jumble sales today, the proceeds of which are still in a huge pile on the floor.
Some of today's finds include some vintage advertising tins and a fringed Bohemian silk shawl.