Here is a story.
tldr: Confirmed - he reads a lot.
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So in late 1997 during Moz's Maladjusted tour, I happened to be backpacking throughout the States and later Europe and North Africa. I was fortunate that the Eurolines buses I scampered upon had good timing, taking me to Hamburg, Germany in early December. After dropping off my pack at the local hostel, I went straight to the famous venue, Große Freiheit to seek a ticket. Not speaking a lick of Deutsche, I managed to finagle the box office to open early and scored one ticket. As I walked around the venue to get my bearing, I came across a tour bus.
Excitedly, I stopped for a moment. No one else was around the bus, oddly absent the adoring Morrissey fan. I began to doubt my luck and just decided that it was a bus that happened to be around this particular venue at that time. I circled the bus to what I considered the business-end, where anyone of importance would be. As I peered through its last rear window, a faint shadow appeared - all in the that most identifiable of silhouettes...! And just as I was about to adjust my focus for confirmation - the bus doors flung-open suddenly and out pops this odd Englishman.
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It was not Morrissey. It wasn't even any of the Lads. But it was a face I recognized - his tour manager at the time, having seen him at an earlier show on that very tour (Orpheam, Boston, Mass.) The manager asked if I he could be of service, I explained I was there for a ticket and had grown curious at his tour bus and its possible occupant. He didn't address my inquiry directly, instead asking me what show I was here to see. I engaged him on the matter of the current tour, explaining I had seen Morrissey in Boston a few months earlier. I also brought up my recollection of a great tug-o-war between Moz and one of the few fans that got up on stage at that show during "Roy's Keen". The stage-invader's sweater outstretched between Moz and security and the frenzy it created with the crowd.
The man's face grew wide, exclaiming that he remembered that great battle between Morrissey and security, and the man between them both! He added that Moz was especially upset with security that evening and was pleased when someone finally got on stage.
I continued, explaining after the show I went to the back of the venue hoping for a glimpse. I happened to be next to the stage-invader, now wearing a sprawling pullover, three-sizes too many. He had been ejected from the show after the tug-o-war. A flash sighting, we watched Morrissey sprint from the venue to his vehicle. But soon after, in-tow, were the lads who entered a separate car. As they passed our position, Spencer and Alain both took notice of the stage-invader - erupting into laughter and animatedly pointing at waving their hands! Fans were so excited they jumped the lines and chased after the cars down the street! As the crowd came-down from its high of seeing Moz, and now the Lads and their recognition, I spotted said-manager standing at the rear door, nodding his head approvingly. And for a second time, the manager shares his surprise at recollecting that very incident as well!
(So now I think to myself - here is where I become friends with this man and score backstage passes, or I am picked-up as roadie for the remainder of the tour.) Alas, it was not to be. I endeavored to not let an opportunity go to waste.
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So I leaned into ask the man and ask, "So what's he like on tour?", motioning a hand at the rear of the tour bus as if to point to Morrissey.
The manager leans into me, lowers his voice to say, "He's boring. Just reads mainly. He's quiet and stays to himself."
I snort some kinda acknowledgement and look back at the tour bus window. Thanking the fella and moving on.
Later, the show ended up being one of the better ones I have attended. Moz threw a plastic water bottle, striking my face. I came away with the set list and I got a piece of his white shirt.
MrShoes
ps...i do not believe morrissey intended to strike me in the face!