The XX are shit.
DW is listening to Morrissey. For a change.
Never got it with Morrissey. Can't stand him. Whinge whinge whine whine woe is me & my double standards. Vegan leather wearer.
I remember being in a pub with a couple of mates. This chap joined us. Was putting decent music on the jukebox (eg the stone roses), with some occasional crap thrown in. As each song came on, we'd all comment on the band/selection, blah blah.
As time went by, we got more & more drunk. Eventually, something by Morrissey or the smiths came on. My distaste was instant. I slammed down my glass. "Fuck, did you put this on?"
Geezer "yeah."
Me "Fuck! I hate Morrissey!"
Geezer - "I quite like him!"
Me "Fuck. Are ya gay?"
Geezer "yeah..."
Now this guy was a practical joker. Me in my stupor, combined with naievete let it go, the conversation & music carried on.
3 hours later, it was chucking out time. The geezer wanders over to me. He tells me I asked him a question earlier, & he answered me honestly. I told him I appreciate the honesty. He says, yeah, but about the question, you know the one I'm on about.
The conversation was a long time ago. I can't recall - we'd been chating for hours. I have no idea. For about 10 mins I stand in front of the guy saying "I asked loads of questions, which one you on about?" with the reply being "you know the one..."
Then, lightbulb moment. FUCK ME, HE REALLY FUCKING IS GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What to do? He's asking me if I am.
No I am not.
You tried it?
No.
How do you know?
There are some things you just know, ok?
Exits....stage left...