Looking at a video this morning posted by the red queen on her facebook account, a thought struck me. Every generation has their Elvis. Starting out as a dashing figure in music, making some odd food choices, then slowly ballooning in weight until they’re found dead on the toilet. Morrissey may very well be mine… Dapper at the start of his career? Check. Odd food choices? Check. Slowly ballooning in weight? Check. All that’s left is for someone to find him in the throne room, pants around his ankles.