Morrissey Was My Mrs. Garrett, The House

Celebrity Despicability Is A Precious Thing.

In Their Heyday, The Pet Shop Boys Were The Interpol Of The Eighties, Dressing Up To Sing Really Weird Pop Songs About Lust And Loneliness In The Big City. They're Low-pro Now, Not Retro-worshipped In The Manner Of Depeche Mode, New Order, Or The Cure, But You Can Hear The Reason Why - These Guys Are Too Sad.

Thanks To The Greatest Invention Of Recent Years, The Mp3-playing Alarm Clock, I Can Now Choose The Song That Wakes Me Up In The Morning.

I'd Shut The Whole World Down Just To Tell You.

In My Headphones, I Led A Life Of Romance And Incident And Intrigue, None Of Which Had Anything To Do With The World Outside My Walkman.