Dear Diary, today I discovered yet another reason to despise Morrissey. I swear that man is following me across careers as an object lesson of what not to do.
It is, today, not the 13th anniversary of the publication of Steven Morrissey’s autobiography (it had been out for ten days) but something much better: the 13th anniversary of the Sunday Times publishing A. A. Gill’s merciless mauling of it—a review which went on to win Hatchet Job of the Year