More pages ... less rage

Why is there less rage?

Big Daddy has been skipping pages.

Yeah, seriously.

He said he's skipped about twenty pages because he 'didn't give a shit about SPM's love of poetry.' I tried to read him the lyrics to 'Cemetry Gates' to explain why the poetry is SO! IMPORTANT! but he just sort of pooh-poohed me and tried to go back to reading.



Note: Cemetry Gates has a bonus 'coming out' lyric. 


I fear he's running out of steam, which is sad because his complaints about SPM are pretty amusing!  It may not even be running out of steam, I think he's finding SPM's prose insurmountably dense (a complaint I've heard and read elsewhere) and likes him less and less with every page.  I suspect he always thought my disdain for Morrissey-the-man (as opposed to Morrissey-the-solo-artist) was misplaced and silly.  I think that disdain is trickling away and becoming understanding. Note: yes, I know, technically it's Morrissey-the-public-persona-not-Morrissey-the-private-individual but that's too long to type.  Artistic license, innit? It's been almost a week since he last sat down with Autobiography. 
 
Today Big Daddy has a meeting with SPM's sister's BFF. I told him he should use it to get the dirt on SPM and to answer some of the questions I have about him.  He said he'd ask her 'if he remembers.' Pfft!  Not very dedicated to my future as a celebrity blogger, is he?  Terrible.

The only real gem we had was a laugh about SPM's break up with Bryan Ferry.  He loved him until he found out his favorite meal was veal. Poor SPM, too delicate to cope with a difference of opinion.  That makes me want to do a load of sad face emoticons while chuckling.

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I might have to give Big Daddy crazy side-eye whenever he picks up a book that isn't Autobiography.  We're in this until the bitter end, dang it!