nothing special i recorded them with an iphone, the terrible sound is because i was crying and screaming the lyrics, so sorry for that.
- Interviewer: All of the Manics went to Oakdale Comprehensive. What was Richey like at school?
- Nicky: He was voracious in terms of knowledge. Sometimes, by the age of 26, 27, I thought he'd almost chewed everything up that he could. You could see his intellectual arrogance in the whole "I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer" thing. Richey kind of used education as a revenge tool. When he got his A-levels there was a TV crew outside the gates of our school. They go, "What did you get, Mr Edwards?" and he goes "Three As." They go, "And what were you expecting?" He looks right at the camera and, completely deadpan says, "Three As."
I’m too sexy for my love too sexy for my hoover
Dust’s going to leave me
I’m too sexy for my skirt too sexy for my skirt
So sexy it hurts
And I’m too sexy for Newport too sexy for Newport
Cardiff and London
I’m too sexy for my degree too sexy for my degree
Too sexy/smart by far
And I’m too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
And I’m too sexy for this song
He always does
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a design for life and nicky smashing his guitar
i’m really tempted to make this into a decent account rather than a side one, because i can’t follow everyone i want to, and i hate side accounts, and there’s too much i want to post.
And finally, pop-pickers, Public NME must make a heartfelt apology to the MANIC STREET PREACHERS. Last week, we reported in good faith that they had been present at PULP’s Astoria 2 gig. Said natural beauty RICHEY after running sobbing to the Public NME complaints dept: “We don’t mind you saying we sleep with sheep, bathe in Dom Perignon or eat our bogies when we think no-one’s looking, but never, EVER, EVER accuse us of going to a Pulp gig!”
Erm, sorry Richey-babes. And to prove it we won’t tell the readers how you were spotted cavorting in all your naked glory with JARVIS COCKER at a West End niterie this week.
Ciao for now, sainted readership.
(11 Dec 1993)







