As a strange coincidence, I am at the moment reading Johnny Rotten’s autobiography ‘No Blacks, No Irish, No Dogs’ at the same time as the man himself is appearing on our screens to tell us how much he likes Country Life Butter  

Thus as I learn the tale of how a disaffected young man grew up to become the most important figure in punk rock, he simultaneously seems to be destroying his own legacy by cosying up to the same establishment he once vowed to destroy. 

But hang on a minute...

When he appeared on ‘I’m a celebrity…’ I remember feeling let-down that someone who had achieved what he had should not be putting himself in a human zoo with a bunch of c-list celebrities.  Then again it is still the only series of the mind-numbing programme I have ever watched - and only because he was on it.

Now I don’t claim that by reading half his autobiography that I know him but there is one thing I am pretty sure of.  He doesn’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about him.  And that includes me, you and all those misty-eyed punks who know that while it was all exciting for a while, it was really all just bollocks.

And why should he?  Do these people think they have some kind of emotional hold over the life choices he makes now because of songs he wrote over 30 years ago? 

So fuck em all Johnny!  Go ahead and advertise your butter, every man deserves the right to earn a crust, buttered or not!

And for this we shall always be grateful…God Save!

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=8z2M_hpoPwk

Posted In Comment, Oct 24 2008. Words - Mark