It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over

Back from a little jog outside (it's a beautiful 26º), with the day-after-Christmas mail: the UK ed (Penguin Classic, no less) of Morrissey's Autobiography I ordered for Mz has arrived!

She randomly opens the book, at my request, and reads me a sentence. 
 
"Thursday May 11 at Blackburn and I am heckled." 

Of course it's glum.