So John Lydon's gone all sincere and stuff.
Not that it's any business of mine. No one should remain a gobbing, gurning teenager forever (though I seem to have held on to my crippling self-consciousness and nagging sensation that I will never be old enough to have to achieve or commit to anything).
The thing that I found surprising was the bit about the butter ad. Nicola Stanbridge is just a nipper has never heard of the Sex Pistols didn't do her research and... er no, never mind, she apparently ran a student radio station and should know better. Nicola, your question about selling out is not big and it's not clever. You're not interviewing Bob Dylan.** How is the concept of selling out relevant in any way to John Lydon, hater of earnest middle-class longhair types, devotee of himself and only himself, whose last Sex Pistols tour was entitled Filthy Lucre? Selling out what?
So aside from the cheap question about selling out, I was disappointed that Lydon addressed it as if it was a real question, but then he went on to lament the end of all things British in the same tone as the old buffers who decried the Sex Pistols as the end of all civilised society in the 70s, which was quite fun. Bless.
The radiator cover looks okay.
*Now it's The Stranglers. Ditto.
**I got a little stuck on this. Bob Dylan came to mind because of the Judas thing, but who else would fit? Bono? Raving Tory Phil Collins, who was in a little prog rock combo but took it to the next level commercially and had to move to Switzerland because he didn't want to pay tax? Then recorded a sad song about a homeless woman? I don't know if that makes him a sellout; isn't he just a tosser? If you're a professional musician, making a living selling music, an accusation of selling out seems a bit, well, hollow.