Morrissey!
This is the first panel of my comic for the next Metro magazine, all about Morrissey coming to New Zealand in December. There are nine more panels to the comic, so you’ll have to check it out when it’s in the shops in a few weeks time. I am super-excited about Morrissey coming here for the first time in 21 years. 21 seems like an appropriate number – at 18 I was at the height of my crazed fandom, and I would’ve martyred myself for Morrissey. 21 years on, I’m far more mature in my devotion, and I probably won’t throw myself on the bonnet of his limo or hunt down his hotel, like I did last time round. But still, I’m looking forward to it, and I even had a dream about it last night, where I went to the concert and was disappointed that Morrissey didn’t speak to us. I don’t think he ever does.
Right now I’m in the midst of working on my novel with an editor. I keep on thinking that I should write a comic about it, but right now I’m ridiculously busy. But I will be back soon, I promise!
31 sleeps to go, woooooo…
Did you really throw yourself on the bonnet of his limo? What happened? Did one of his minders drag you off?
Well, we all draped ourselves across his car as he came out of the drive – I don’t think they did anything – they just kept driving! And we probably threw ourselves on the pavement in a bereft and melodramatic way.
I’m sure you know the book “All Men Have Secrets” – I’ve been reading it this week, fans’ stories about Smiths songs. So many sweet and funny and sad stories.