1987 08 13 The Smiths, Sky
I never visit. I'm never visited. I never have people to tea. The Smiths have weathered their crises of confidence, drink and drugs and have just signed to EMI for a rumoured £lm. Yet lead singer Morrissey still lives his eccentric, monastic, bookish, celibate life, in a dark, secluded Chelsea flat with only one light bulb — and remains as charming as ever. Daniela Soave talks to this uncommon man. Steven Patrick Morrissey, 28, sometime author, mostly-singer and eccentric figurehead of the Smiths, is looking incredulous, perplexed and plain put out. “Oh,” he finally utters in his soft, Mancunian accent. “Oh. No-one’s ever said that to my face. Do you really think that of me?” Morrissey frowns again, obviously thinking that he's been landed with a bad-mannered hussy. But this charming man is as accommodating as ever and, still striving to be polite, he tries to get to the crux of the matter. "You say I talk like a berk,” he says, in hurt tones. “Why?” Book! B-O-O-K! Your...