Morrissey, Morrissey, Morrissey..!

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Just got an email from Brian Gillespie, a highly talented writer pal of mine:-

Morrissey is on the shortlist for greatest british living icon, so here's the link to vote for him. Unless, of course, you think Vivian Westwood should get it instead. Tell everyone you know. His Quiffness deserves it.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/livingicons/vote/

I've cast my vote for Morrissey - The Quiffed Wonder and former frontman for the best band in the world ever - The Smiths...

C'mon People ..! Click the link and vote for Mozzer. You know it makes sense...

That link again is:-

http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/livingicons/vote/

[spacecadet]

Sorry Lugh. Had to vote for Mr Jones.

[spacecadet]

..... and just to add insult to you I'm going to revote against Morrissey from every IP address available to me (several dozen).

[spacecadet]

....and if I jump via the unix boxes that's another two dozen votes for the Duke.......

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Sorry Lugh. Had to vote for Mr Jones.

Knock yerself out Dave. I'm reassured by the fact that Morrissey's genius as a poetic songwriter and his comedic and sharp wit will gain him millions of votes.

Mind you, if Mr. Jones wiggles his butt and allows his trousers to deliberately rip up the arse-crack, something he's famous for, he might get a few votes from handbag-swinging housewives and some middle-aged homosexuals...

..... and just to add insult to you I'm going to revote against Morrissey from every IP address available to me (several dozen).

Now you're just showing off...

....and if I jump via the unix boxes that's another two dozen votes for the Duke.......

Kinky... I like it ...

[spacecadet]

multile posts. oops.

[spacecadet]

There's a snippet from an old script I wrote years ago that goes something like this..........

MAN ON PHONE: So I said to him, look Morrisey, you come near me with that bunch of flowers and I'll shove them where the sun don't shine. Don't you hear me? You deaf or something? Next thing you know he's on bloody Top of the Pops. Did he ever thank me? Did he f.......

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

There's a snippet from an old script I wrote years ago that goes something like this..........

MAN ON PHONE: So I said to him, look Morrisey, you come near me with that bunch of flowers and I'll shove them where the sun don't shine. Don't you hear me? You deaf or something? Next thing you know he's on bloody Top of the Pops. Did he ever thank me? Did he f.......

I heard he's still huffing with you...

Send him a bunch of roses and tell him you think he should be Prime Minister...

[Catherine Edmunds]

Vote for Westwood. Vote for sheer, glorious talent.

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Vote for Westwood. Vote for sheer, glorious talent.

(Clutches cheeks and screams) - Agggh..!

I can't stand Westwood. Sorry, I'll rephrase that. Dame Westwood...

How the hell did that happen? She's a dame although she's from the Punk era where anarchy was the rule-of-thumb for all right thinking people... Nah, she's a bloody parasite and deluded into the bargain... Her shoe designs warrant institutionalisation in a secure wing somewhere. She's bonkers. Completely bonkers...

Morrissey, Morrissey, Morrissey ...

[Catherine Edmunds]

I'll excuse you, Lugh, because to be fair, I don't think you'd look great in a Westwood frock.

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

I'll excuse you, Lugh, because to be fair, I don't think you'd look great in a Westwood frock.

Good point.

Sigh. If only I could lose a few pounds ...

[spacecadet]

I thought you were talking about Tim Westwood.