Imagine Morrisseys surprise when I walk into the Hoxton Square Bar and Grill near Brick Lane, London to see Eli 'paperboy' reed perform. Anticipating nothing more than an evening of sparkling wit, esoteric conversation and pounding soul music,I settle down only to be stared at by One of the most iconic figures of modern popular culture. Nursing a tepid bottle of cola I am becoming increasing disturbed at the 'Ringleader of the tormentors' persistent ogling of our party. As if this wasn’t enough, in walks Mark lamar. The two young, achingly attractive blondes with which Lamar arrived were immediately abandoned in exchange for Joining Morrissey in staring relentlessly at our group. How are us nameless, anonymous masses supposed to bear the burden of blandness, banality and anonymity when we can’t even go out for a quiet drink without being stalked by A list celebrities? |
