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.
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.