Morrissey's autobiography had been forced into my hands several weeks ago with the warning from its owner that 'it starts slowly'. Since it took me so long to get around to actually starting to read it then I can't complain, too much. But having just made it to page 141 it's like I have now reached the thrilling start. The young man from Manchester who would prove to be the greatest lyricist of all time has been advised that a guitarist called Johnny Marr lives close by, at the same time that Marr has been informed of Morrissey's existance.