When he was just 21 years old, a Manchester lad by the name of Steven Morrissey answered an ad in Sounds magazine that was looking for a pen pal and started a correspondence with Robert Mackie, who lived in Glasgow, Scotland. For the next eighteen months, the two exchanged notes, including this characteristically-despondent and biting one from the future Moz.
At the time Morrissey was just completing his book on James Dean, so his letter to Mackie is composed on the back of a James Dean photo. The full text:
384- Kings Rd
Manchester- M32 8GW
So nice to know there’s another soul out there, even if it is in Glasgow.
Does being Scottish bother you? Manchester is a lovely little place, if you happen to be a bedridden deaf mute.
I’m unhappy, hope you’re unhappy too.