Mozza in a coma? YES PLEASE!!!
YOU know you’re in the right whenever you find yourself disagreeing with a single f***ing thing that comes out of Morrissey’s mealy mouth.
Girlfriend In A Coma? prefer mine awake. Most of the time, anyway. Meat Is Murder? No, it’s not. Ian Brady’s a murderer. The Yorkshire Ripper, too. I’m not. Meat is food, you daft c**t. I’ll have mine rare with extra blood – and make it f***ing snappy.
And his latest statement of utmost c**tishness?
On stage in Argentina in a flowery shirt, bleating in his vile Mancunian whinge: “You know, of course, the Malvinas Islands.
“Everybody knows they belong to Argentina so please do not blame the British people, we know the islands belong to you.”
For those of you who aren’t trying to sell records to depressed Argentinian students carrying a Spanish edition of The F***ing Guardian under their world-weary elbows, the “Malvinas” this dreary tosser refers to are otherwise known by their proper name, the Falkland Islands.
At various times since the Big Bang there have been French, British, Spanish and indeed Argentine settlements on this little cluster of rocks near South America. But since 1833 – that’s almost 200 years to you,
No thanks, weirdo – I
Morrisey. F***ing c**t!
Mozza – they’ve been ours.
And everyone who lives there, to a man and woman, declares themselves British AND PROUD OF IT!
Quite who on f***ing earth told Morrissey that “we” the British people have given up on them, I do not know. Hang The DJ? No – hang the c**t with the mic.