The talking pimple permanently stuck on The Queen’s ass lips has left Kate Middleton alone on her birfday and has decided to aim his rusty shank at Posh and David Beckham instead. The highly esteemed Loaded Magazine (via DM) walked up to Morrissey’s front porch and asked him to take a minute from yelling at the clouds, the garden hoses, the children, the flies, the air and the sunshine to talk about the current state of Britain. If you’re ever lacking in Vitamin Cunt, ask Morrissey about his country and he will give you a year’s supply. Morrissey went off and this time his rant was directed at the Beckhams. Or the “Peckhams” (after a shady area in London) as Moz calls them.
‘I’d… have the Peckhams dragged to the edge of the village and flogged because they are insufferable to anyone of intelligence, and they actively chase the paparazzi. We don’t seem to realise that David and Victoria Peckham will soon be back and god forbid they will be bestowed with titles Sir and Lady Peckham, this is what’s wrong with this country, we don’t seem to care. Football often seems to me to have no meaning whatsoever other than just to be there. It can’t be elevated any higher because so many footballers are paid £200,000 a week, yet couldn’t identify a harp.”
Morrissey missed his calling. Since he’s happiest when he’s bitching, moaning and working out his cunt muscle until its sore, he should’ve been a gossip blogger or an internet commenter. In his next life, maybe!
Here’s Morrissey on Letterman last night and I’m disappointed that he didn’t end this performance by tearing up a picture of Posh & Becks while shouting, “Fight the REAL enemy!”