Growing up in the 80s The Smiths were one of those bands you didn't want to admit you liked, as the lead singer was well errm a bit 'fruity'. Yet by the time your 40 it's funny how your more than happy to swing your arms around at a family doo, with your mam's fake flowers in hand doing a really shit impersonation of Morrissey.
So here is our tribute the big glasses wearing Stretford crooner as it's now OK to admit his music was actually boss.
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More fine work by our Man Paul Cruse. JM
