Sunday, December 04, 2011

The spirit of thingy

We got worrying about what Morrisey does for Christmas.

We'd come to an inconclusive point in the debate about the gender of the Roadrunner (my argument that Wile E. Coyote was a metaphor for an America struggling to come to terms with it's sexuality depended on the Roadrunner's being a ladyboy). And The Small Object of Desire was determined that not only was Aled Jones not Pinocchio ("he's made out of wood: that's why he's got varnished rosy cheeks that don't move when he talks." "No. He's just Welsh.") but his name was on the list for the firing squad come the revolution.

That's when she started worrying about what Morrisey does for Christmas.

I tried to reassure her that it would be business as usual and he'd have tea with the chimps in the monkey house at Bristol Zoo, giving passers-by a running commentary with a selection of the unconvincing voices out of the corner of his mouth that used to delight us when he was on "Animal Magic."

"I expect he just goes round his mam's for a nut cutlet," she muttered.

5 comments:

Scarlet Blue said...

Yes, make Morrissey bring Animal Magic back! I'd also like to hear what Dottie the ring-tailed lemur has been up to.
Sx

Pat said...

The worst thing one could wish Morrissey would be a Merry Christmas. Can you imagine his face?

KSV Woolfoot said...

That's poetry.


The first few years I was droning along to "How Soon is Now" I thought Morrissey was saying he was the "Sun and Air" of nothing in particular.

hmmm

libby said...

Come the revolution, who else is on the list?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Scarlet: it's very sad about Dottie. She was last seen on Nuts TV, reading The Epilogue.

Pat: I so want to do it. He was a miserable bugger at school and age hasn't mellowed him.

And you were right all along KSV.

Libby: it would be easier to ask who isn't. The Small Object Of Desire isn't a woolly liberal by any measure.