One night in November 1984, Steven Morrisey was sat on the floor of his Manchester home, reading some goofy Oscar Wilde book, when all of a sudden, the music video to the cures 1979 hit boys don't cry appeared on Stevens TV screen, being aired on MTV. With the press making a debate about people preferences of the cure vs the smiths, morrisey decided to watch the video, to see what all the fuss is about. The second he seen Robert Smiths frizzy black hairdo, he was in love, after he saw this video, he didn't sleep for 6 weeks and when he could, he'd buy a magazine featuring the cure, just to see Robbie Poos face... He needed to meet him. About a month had passed since Stevens first discovery of Robert when he got a call from the BBC, "hello Steven, we are wondering if you'd like to appear on Top Of The Pops tomorrow to preform your recent hit this charming man?" Said the lady over the phone "ok sound" replied Steven "now fuck off please I'm reading" -Steven dosent like social interaction. The night passed and Morrisey and his band the smiths arrived at the studio and just outside the front entrance is none other than Robert Smith, smoking a fag. Stevens eyes widened and screamed at his band mates to fuck off as he wanted to have a private conversation with his crush. When he was finally alone, Steven built up the courage to speak to Robert. Before he could even say anything, Robert immediately started talking, "Mr Morrisey! I've seen you on TV, I love your work and well... y-your handsome body..." he said, morriseys nerves where gone, this was his chance... "Just call me Steven baby... I love your music, may I touch your puffy hair?" Morrisey replied "Of course Sausage!" Replied Robert excitedly. Steven proceeded to caress Roberts backcombed hair for 6 and a half minutes until he ripped off his shirt and made Robert squeeze his Moob, they may have both missed their slot on live TV, and they may have both pissed off their band mates, but they found true love....
