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[mr_morrissey]

I'm still not at number 1, am I? I never shall. Rather like that old poof in Withnail & I, I shall never play the Dane. I don't have any memories of reading poems with buttery fingers while sculling the Thames at Oxford, though. My recollection of Andy Rourke voiding his stomach all over the forecourt of a petrol station next to a Happy Eater just

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[vicarinatutugal]

Number one is for x factor wannabies! you well your set apart from that. Mind you were you secretly pleased to beat Keane and Thom York in the charts i bet you are!

[mr_morrissey]

But I 'wanna be' on X Factor! Well, so long as I get to smuggle in some explosives and blow them all up.

What could possibly give you such an idea? I've never gloated in my life. ;)

[romple]

Obviously there is a market for ripped and sweaty shirts. I'd suggest sealing them in airtight bags to maintain maximum freshness. Nothing beats getting up in the morning, opening one up and breathing deeply the pungent aroma of...Oh, wait, I was thinking of coffee.

[easilyled]

I would like your discarded nipple plaster, to be honest. So I can like it.

But you know about me.

[mr_morrissey]

I'm sure you already like it, or you wouldn't ask me for it!

Oh dear... I am sorry... that wasn't very kind of me. I would like to offer you the plaster but unfortunately they fell off in a swimming pool some years ago, vanished down a water filter, and have not been heard from since.

[easilyled]

As usual, you make me laugh, you make me cry!

[mr_morrissey]

Sorry about that.