Two mates got hitched. Making their way to a gathering in the restaurant of a nearby hotel, they bump into Morrissey in the foyer. He’s playing locally that evening. The groom is a massive fan.
Groom: (nervously) Oh hi Morrissey
Morrissey: Is that bag leather? *points at Bride’s bag whilst hyperventilating* Hi
Groom: We just got married
Morrissey: Congratulations. I do hope it works out.
Bride & Groom: Ah, thanks.
All repair to their respective rooms.
department of speculation 
Not sure if this is a case of ‘never meet your heroes’ or ‘our wedding had the best start ever.
They still brag about it. I think he had them at ‘hi’. Going by the intensity of their ‘thanks’, they felt anointed. It got better when one of their party spotted Lou Reed out the window. I wish I was making this up.
Wow. The rest of the night couldn’t top that.
Speaking of hotel foyers and Morrissey, did I ever tell you about the time I was within spitting distance of him? About 2 years ago, the same night that Johnny Marr played Dublin. He was coincidentally in town the same night and always stays at The Clarence. Myself and a similarly obsessed friend decamped to the bar in the hopes of spotting him. I was walking out to the toilets at one point, he was sitting in the foyer waiting for a car. Eye contact was made. I may have puked in my mouth a bit. I turned on my heel and fled without saying a word. 😀 😀
Waaaahhh!!!! I was going to specifically address this post to you. I can’t believe it. But wait, I can. Because, like, what would one say if one were confronted with Sir Moz? Was he stalking Johnny? *Scooby Doo tense moment music*
We’ll never know… I wouldn’t know the first thing to say to him. Sure he’s heard it aaaaallllll before… 😉
Imagine if you were assigned to interview him on the release of his impending novel. Which I’m quite looking forward to. The novel, and you interviewing him. A lot of Autobiography made me groan but what marvellous fucking writing. I want him to ghost write my work meetings minutes.
Hahaha 🙂