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Morrissey Cheltenham 24/05/06
The spa town of Cheltenham was a pretty hip place in the eighteenth century due to a bathing craze, and the era has left a
legacy of beautiful Georgian and Regency architecture.
My hotel was but a ruffians stone throw from the birthplace of Gustav Holst, which is pretty cool.
I was delighted to be given a room that appeared to have once been a first-floor drawing room; it contained a king-sized
bed and not one but two sofas. Splendid opulence, which took my mind off getting soaked to the skin on the way to and from
a Morrissey concert yet again.
Built in 1902. The Town Hall is used for classical performances and balls, and it shows absolutely wonderful neo-Georgian
design. Including an enormous bar called the Pillar Room. I was particularly pleased to see Jesse Tobias pay the bar a brief
visit completely unmolested.
The sound was splendid and the FCUK shoppers so prominent in Birmingham on Saturday were happily absent. In their place
were eight hundred West Country folk who roared their appreciation at Morrisseys every move.
The set was similar to the recent Truro and London shows, and for me "Life Is A Pigsty" is an even better set-closer
than "How Soon Is Now".
The band were sharper than ever. And Morrisseys voice was great. I had feared that after 20 odd shows it would be strained
but if anything he sounds better each performance.
Morrisseys main discourse concerned the fact that the next tour stop. Oxford is the animal-testing capital of the UK.
More on that tonight I would imagine!
Only one show left for me now. Kings Lynn on Saturday and after watching the show last night I can fully understand why
dedicated folks like Julia Riley and Chris Wilde want to see it every night its bloody great!
First of the Gang to Die
Still Ill
Youngest Was The Most Loved
In The Future When All's Well
To Me You Are A Work Of Art
Girlfriend in a Coma
You Have Killed Me
I Will See You In Far-Off Places
Let Me Kiss You
Ganglord
I Just Want To See The Boy Happy
At Last I Am Born
How Soon Is Now?
On The Streets I Ran
I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero
Life is a Pigsty
Irish Blood, English Heart
By Roy Evans
(Unhappy Birthdays)
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