I DON'T know much about Morrissey, other than his music, but he seems like a bit of a tough customer.

He's scheduled to perform at The Hydro in Glasgow next month, prompting the venue to promise to go meat-free for the night.

Morrissey, formerly of The Smiths, is an avid animal rights campaigner and recently cried off a gig in Iceland because the venue refused to crack out the Quorn and sling out the salami.

In understated style, he said of the decision to continue to sell burgers, "I shall leave the Harpa Concert Hall to their cannibalistic flesh-eating bloodlust."

The Hydro, not wishing to make the same mistake as the maligned Harpa Concert Hall, has pledged, "Our catering partners are currently looking at alternatives that can be sold which will honour Morrissey."

Speaking both as a vegetarian and a person with a job, I think Morrissey is being a bit awkward.

Don't get me wrong, it must be great to have the confidence to make demands that affect 13,000 other people. I guess that's the upshot of celebrity.

I wonder what would happen if I refused to come to work unless the Herald Cafe ditched the bacon rolls in the morning? Actually, I probably don't need to wonder.

If I did demand an end to the bacon butties, it wouldn't be from a desire to enforce my own beliefs on the rest of my colleagues. It would just be because the smell of toasting bacon in the morning is torture. Pure, delightful, distracting, bloodlust torture.

You'd hope that when you reached the stage in life that you were financially stable and admired enough to lay down terms and conditions before going to work that you'd use your powers for good.

Say, I'm not logging on to my computer until everyone in the office has a nice a pot of tea and a cake of their choice. Or, we can only work if the weather forecast is rain. Sunshine, and it's mandatory park time/snow and it's mandatory hibernation time.

Really, though, I'm not quite convinced Morrissey should be encouraged to enforce his life choices on his fans but I'm not sure you can be famous and still keep a rational head.

Often, the enabler here is just as bad as the culprit. The Hydro might like to honour Morrissey's fans by allowing them to make their own choice as to whether meat is meal or murder.

I'm quietly hoping this is a bit of a ruse by the venue: stay meat-free before the gig to keep Morrissey sweet and crack out the post-show BBQ.