Everyday is Like Sunday by Morrissey
"Trudging slowly over wet sand / Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen / This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down / Armageddon, come Armageddon, come, Armageddon, come"
As a teenager, every day was "silent and grey" to me growing up in a Norfolk coastal town. This song summed up my miserable existence and I sang along agreeing with the sentiment, "How I dearly wish I was not here." I spent some of my student days at
I dreamed of cities that never sleep, wine bars, art galleries and true love! Morrissey was my hero and my love of the Smiths was a shining light in my teenage years. They were always there for me and still are, but how things change. Now, as a mum in my mid-40s with a wonderful husband, three great teenage sons and a challenging full-time job, I am still living in the town that I desperately felt should be bombed and I couldn't be more content. The teenage angst has passed and as I trudge "slowly over wet sand", I sing this song joyously. I'm thankful to live here.
Morrissey came on tour to Great Yarmouth a few years ago and we went to see him. It was an emotional occasion, just like meeting up with a really good old friend. Not every day is like Sunday here, but many are and now that time has moved on, I appreciate the quality of life living here, the slower pace and the beautiful surroundings. How we change!
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