Eh Oop! 'App'n tha's gorra bloody cob on!
I used to wonder why Manchester band The Smiths were so popular in their hometown. After all, everyone was a rough 'n' ready happy-go-lucky randy sod, always on the lookout for a quick score, or a wanton hussy, or some other form of misadventure. The Smiths, on the other hand, were miserabilists with a sick humorous streak whose music smelled like wet overcoats steaming in yer nana's parlour. True, Manchester had a public image problem in the mid-80's.... [Read more]