THE memoir of pop singer Morrissey has revealed his voracious appetite for lager and fighting.
Autobiography opens with an account of rucking in a Carlisle nightclub, during the singer’s stridently heterosexual phase.
He writes: “It was 1981 and I was trying to pull a couple of hairdressers from Carlisle in ‘Silkz’ nightclub by saying I did Elvis covers on the cruise ships. That’s why I got the daft quiff.
“One of them looked like a Buzzcocks roadie so I needed her palming off on somebody. I sees this soppy-looking bloke asking the DJ whether he had any Byrds so I shouts “Oi, mate, I’ve got one here but she’s a bit of a tugboat”.
“He looked back at me a bit old-fashioned so I belted him. That was the first time I met Johnny Marr.”
The singer later explains how he was labelled a vegetarian: “Those arseholes at the NME took me out for a meal so I thought ‘If these southern wankers are paying, I’ll have the dearest thing on the menu’.
“Turns out to be steak tartare, which is sort of a raw quarter-pounder. It must’ve been stored next to a radiator or something because I spent the next three days on the bog.
“I says to the NME bloke ‘Never again’ and he only goes and prints it as me announcing I’m a steak-dodger.”
On The Smiths re-forming, he writes: “Work with those trio of twats? Sod that. Mike Joyce has still got my belt sander and he bleeding well knows it.”
