This is for all you Mozza obsessives out there who love a good "conspiracy theory":

THE DIANA-MORRISSEY PHENOMENON

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"... I don't simply wash my hair, I make love to my hair, it is a process and it shows..."

So the double-decker bus is actually a white Fiat Uno?

If all that is true it's one of the better conspiracy theories.

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His last request was a bulletproof vest or a god

wow, someone's got too much time on their idle hands

whoever wrote all this reminds me of one twat in particular at the david icke forum.

BIG LOL:

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It does make one wonder, exactly where and when did the penny drop for the creator of that website? At what point did they sit up and think "Mozza is a modern day Nostradamus!" and put all the so-called pieces together? It may be a case of someone having too much time on their hands, but that's definitely handiwork of a demented "genius".

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"... I don't simply wash my hair, I make love to my hair, it is a process and it shows..."

WTF WTF WTF it's too late for this.

but i am already fucking impressed!

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The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience.