Perfect (rainy day) Distraction: Morrissey’s Every Day Is Like Sunday

Frinton seafron…ng feelingSome days I revel in weather like this. Grey. Wet. Mimsy. One look outta the window and Morrissey comes to mind. One listen to this beauty and I’m back there. 1988. Walking along Frinton beach. Footsteps disappearing into the damp sand seconds after I’d taken them. My beloved Sony Walkman my only companion. Damp legs. Angst ridden heart. I was the perfect teenager. And Morrissey captured the essence of my not so perfect seaside home town. Oh Frinton. So much to answer for.