My older sister liked the Smiths, so it was against the rules for me to like them.
I quite like some of their choons now, but that's more down to Marr's excellent guitar work rather than Morrisey's punchable persona.
They also remind me of the pretentious losers in the 6th form who would turn the lights out in the common room whilst listening to the Smiths and drawing disturbing images all over the walls.
The rest of us played football, went down the pub and listened to proper music. Then came back to the common room, whipped out the Smiths cassette and smashed it into a million pieces.....
