Sex Pistols

Tuesday night I lived out one of my dreams - saw the Sex Pistols at the Hammersmith Apollo!! (Unfortunately not the Palais referred to in the Clash song). It was fantastic. Although I've never fallen away from the faith I was in need of rejuvenation and this ignited my enthusiasm all over again. Some of the lines pack so much punch, and remind me of my youthful enthusiasm, I wanted to laugh out loud with happiness.

'A cheap holiday in other people's misery...' Hearing the start of 'Holidays in the Sun' I began to pogo, sitting seat or not; and fortunately Jonny Rotten encouraged everyone to stand and dance.

Then the classic: 'I am an Antichrist/I am an anarchist...' I still remember the first time I heard those words coming out of my speakers, of how exciting they were for me (not only am I smiling again now writing this but since that day I have always identified myself, philosophically, as an anarchist; I remember going to the Uni library to read up on Bakunin and Kropotkin - the former of whose ideals I do not embrace!).

Pretty Vacant too, Bodies, Lazy...So many classic songs!

Jonny Rotten was up to form. It had rained that morning and walking to work I thought of hiss interview before the first gig of the reformation, when he said he was worried about the geriatric old fans, he hoped it rained so that their wheelchairs would get stuck in the mud. This made me smile when I read it and again now writing it, but it should have prepared me for the audience which was a little bizarre. Not at all what I had expected. Lots of middle-aged people who were quite depressingly ordinary and sang 'Rule Britannia' at every opportunity.

Anyway. There were some die-hard punks in the group. And me, an office worker for the Conservative Party...so I guess I really shouldn't criticise!

(Oh and I bought the tour t-shirt; it's the Combine Harvester Tour, Making Hay while the Sun Shines. Will take a photo and put it up soon.)