Morrissey (Sunday Times Magazine, Nov. 26, 2017)

  I’m inside Morrissey’s hotel room at the Sunset Marquis, West Hollywood. It smells incensey, a church of Oud, instantly exotic and at the same time cosy, rather like the man himself.  Mmm I hear myself say, not realising behind the door lurks Morrissey. “What’s hmmmm?” The smell. What is it? “It’s my sweat.” I … Continue reading Morrissey (Sunday Times Magazine, Nov. 26, 2017)