The Black Cloud Cometh

I awoke to some distressing news this morning and I'm hoping to find solace here in the blogosphere. I'm not really sure where to begin. I've been rocked to my very core. That something so utterly painful and distressing should reappear when I thought it had gone for good. I guess it was too much to hope for.

What is this horror? You may well ask. I'm loathe to be the bearer of such bad news. But it must be said. I can keep it to myself no more. Morrissey, you see, is releasing a new album.

I know, I know. I share your pain and distress. Like you I'd hoped those ear-bleeding days were no more, that the era of lyrics like "Born old, sadly wise, Resigned (well, we were), To ending our lives" and "Anonymous call, a poison pen, A brick in the small of the back again, I still don’t belong" had passed into history.

But no! He's back. Rapture! And I heard the first single this morning. Another joyous refrain: "You have killed me, you have killed me. I forgive you, I forgive you."

Anyone got any Prozac? It's going to be a long old summer!