this charming band.

a dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted and i meet you at the cemetry gates. oh keats and yeats are on your side but you lose 'cause weird lover wilde is on mine.

the famous southern cemetery, manchester.

the smiths are quite easily my favourite band. i'm not going to get into a huge thing about why i love them or how their music was so incredible and beautifully written and poetic because i could go on forever and it's no secret that it's all true.
i have quite a lot of family over in manchester and i go over to visit quite a lot. last summer was a particularly special visit as i went over on my own to stay with my aunt and uncle. they brought me around all the sights to see surrounding the smiths: morrissey's old house, strangeways, salford lads club and ofcourse southern cemetery. i loved it. standing outside the cemetery i was like 'wow, they wrote a song about this. morrissey digged coming here. fuckkk'. looking back now i'm slightly embarrassed at how easily starstruck i was over a cemetery, some gates in salford and an old semi-detached house. i'm going back to manchester this august for a week. to see my aunts, to meet up with the friend i made last summer (shoutout to john) and ofcourse to revisit all the smiths hang out places. i am excited.

(i would just like to apologise for the awful title. it's not at all funny or witty, i'm sorry haha. not sorry enough to change it though. this charming band. haha terrible) x