The World of The Smiths and Morrissey by Angie J Cooke nee Lewis

ALL MEN HAVE SECRETS My copy which was signed by the 3 Editors.  RIP Tom Gallagher x MEAT IS MURDER I remember eating some chicken (or something equally as repugnant) directly before playing the entire  "Meat is Murder"  album, which I'd bought after an "exciting" day at work. At that time, I was employed as a VDU Operator at my local council which was Kirklees Metropolitan. I was "honoured" to have the task of wordprocessing the results of meetings of the schools in the area, such as minutes and agenda. Enthralling stuff or what?! Anyway, I felt quite uncomfortable and guilty eating that chicken, because the mere title said it all. So when I got to the title track (I was at home in Huddersfield on an October night in 1988, listening to my walkman yet again) I braced myself for the punishment that Morrissey would mete out for my wretched sin of eating some unfortunate creature. And what I heard put me off meat for life. The lines  ...