They were arrogant, smug, and content with their own cozy little group and they didnt want anything that threatened that. I can be extremely unpleasant with people if I think theyre not playing the game fairly with me and the other Pistols definitely werent playing fair that night. I understand why Steve thought I was so deeply peculiar. I was awfully hard to come to grips with. When we sat in the Roebuck (West End pub) they just stared at me. They had this situation set up, and I didnt know what they wanted from me. I ADMIT I was an asshole when I first met Steve and Paul because I was nervous. Got that? But dont worry all the best bits are here. Needless to say, its an unputdownable read: Glen gets soundly trashed Malcolm is scorned as the scheming money-maker and, of course, all the good ideas were Johns. Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs (the phrase is a reference to the archaic tenancy conditions demanded by postwar London landlords) is a 300-odd page account of the rise and fall of the Sex Pistols which, for all the authors darkly humorous asides, ends up as an unrelenting exercise in spleen-venting.īarely an incident goes by without the old master seething with contempt for humankind as a whole, or, heaven forbid, anyone involved in the Sex Pistols camp circa I 975-∧8. John Lydon, from Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No DogsĮver get the feeling youve been cheated? John Lydon certainly does. Im writing this book because so much rubbish has been written about us that it might be interesting for someone to get the correct perspective on it and see it for what it realty was, rather than what the fantasists of this world would have you believe. (Feature from New Musical Express 2 April 1994)

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