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Saturday, 14 May 2016

Day 1704 - 5 Years

Five years ago today, a statement was posted on True-To-You  entitled, Morrisseysworld.blogspot, with the following wording:

"Morrissey would like it known that the site known as Morrisseysworld.blogspot is fake. Morrissey has no connection with the site and is therefore not the author of anything written on the site."

Prior to this statement, there had been NO mention ANYWHERE of the MorrisseysWorld blogsite, so why on earth did Morrissey draw attention to it? Why indeed!

If you can be bothered to read through this blog from the very beginning, you will not only find the answer, but you will also discover a whole lot more.... and Morrissey.

"The best mysteries are made never to be solved. Mystery is the soul of art, just as certainty is the soul of science." - Our Mozzer 


  1. Best five years of my life, or at least the most fun, and all credit to the furry one for keeping it together when all around was collapsing

  2. As has been said before you really couldn't make it up. The journey has been extraordinary, remarkable & life changing to say the very least.
    A true reflection of life with its highs & lows, laughter & tears.
    The MW blog was unique & beautifully composed art. At its finest.
    I love the statement above from Our Mozzer, it says so much in just a couple of short sentences. Long may the art & mystery continue.

  3. True or not love you all anyway ❤️❤️❤️.

  4. Hard to believe it's been five years - how time flies when you're having fun! After all these years, the mystery remains as unsolved as ever. As Einstein said, "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious." I'm forever grateful for these years of beauty, art, and intrigue.

  5. Actually, uncertainty is vital to science.

    It's been a wild ride and so may it continue.

  6. ridiculed, called a big F*****g baby, blocked.. and that was just off my mates, (still we always have the Eurovision contest)

  7. Five years of following the mayhem. L~oo~king for clues, running down cul-de-sacs, coming out empty handed, still eager for the next crumb.


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