Some of us are hopeful. Some of us are hopeless. Some of us hold onto the small bit of hope we have and go through life seeing people what they really are and not being afraid to be honest- whilst the rest sit there and puke out lie after lie. There comes a time in life where something clicks. You grow up and see things for how they are. For me, this was when I first heard Everyday Is Like Sunday. Everything about that song summed up my life. This song was apt for where I was growing up. A dull place full or small minded people who probably threw up in their mouths when they saw a homosexual person walk past. And they probably still do. Be yourself. Be honest. Be happy. Be gentle. That’s all. Anyway.

Morrissey. The one person who can sum up who I feel in one stunning line. The person who has advice when everyone seems to be elsewhere. The one person who makes sure you are not alone. Morrissey is the one. The only one. There will never ever be anybody as magnificent as him. They say he is an enigma which is why people are drawn to him. I say he is an exceptional human being who has a genius way with words. Whatever your opinion is on him, you cannot deny how clever he is. Some say he is miserable and never happy. Okay, do you even pay attention to his lyrics? The vast majority are highly humourous. His wit shines through all his songs- especially Bigmouth Strikes Again. Those who throw these comments about Morrissey are those who do not listen to him. They’re probably only listened to How Soon Is Now? and assume the worst about him. Listen to You’re The One For Me, Fatty- then we’ll talk.

We’ve all had dark, distressing, depressing in our lives. I don’t wish to tell you about mine. Nobody needs to ever know. But, Moz pulled me through. Dragged me up and back to what I suppose can called living my life. Now I’m happy. i listen to his words and it’s like a hug. His words are hugs. Do I sound odd? Good. I’ve never claimed to be anything but. Besides, Moz once said: “There is no such thing in life as normal.” That is true. Oh so true.

I have never met a Morrissey fan- by fan I mean someone who has adored him pre- 500 Days Of Summer/liking more than This Charming Man etc. I’m not saying this to sound like a pretenious wanker- far from it. I just wish I had a good friend who I could sit with and trade Moz stories about our favourite songs. Such as how I feel when I hear the intro to Suedehead, things like that. Small things that could lead onto a beautiful conversation. I’ve got friends who like the odd Morrissey song.

A few months ago I was wandering around Liverpool and a woman, I’d say around 35-40 grabbed my arm, “Excuse me love, that M on your arm- is that for Morrissey?” My heart skipped a beat. My mother grinned, and I declared YES! She told me she loved Morrissey. This has never ever happened before.  I felt so proud to be a Morrissey fan. I think most Moz fans will say that they feel Morrissey is a friend. He says words that provide comfort- you don’t need to get your feelings our for Morrissey has already done it for you.

I saw him live twice last year, and each show just blew my mind. The first time was during a shitty time in my life and as soon as he walked on stage I cried. The tears didn’t stop until the end of the show. This happened the second time I saw him. Normally I hate it when someone makes me cry (naturally) but with Morrissey it was everything I felt towards him over the years, decades just poured out. Overwhelming. Oh how I wish he was touring now.

In short, Morrissey is the one. The only one I could ever imagine giving my (musically) heart too. Without him I’d have gone from a lonely awkward teenager to a lonely awkward adult. I’m still awkward, that won’t ever go.

Morrissey is the light that will never go out.