So, what’s John Lydon/Johnny Rotten ever done to warrant his time in the spotlight? We can remember his appearance on I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here! and his commercials for butter… but other than that, we’ve got no idea.
Anyway, the former reality TV star is known for not really liking modern music, but of course, in addition to that, he’s an avowed contrarian.
The latest thing he’s talking about, presumably in an attempt to irritate those that follow him (like, we dunno, people who really like butter on kangaroo colons or something), is that he’s a fan of Lady GaGa.
The tabloids were given a week off from having to rely on stoking anger and intolerance, and got to devote half of their pages to the new Coalition Party Announcement that Wills and Kate are planning to marry in a symbolic act to support unpopular economic policies.
Yes, David Cameron is hoping that Prince William’s marriage will give him a head-of-state makeover, a look pioneered by Tony Blair following the death of Diana.
Cameron quickly announced that the wedding date will be a bank holiday, which means that millions of people will still be able to not give a shit about people they don’t know, but in their own time. Which is jolly nice. It certainly puts all that icky stuff like war and poverty into perspective. Read More >>>
Punks are idiots. Phlegm soaked idiots at that. You see, they told us for years that there was ‘no future’ while sneakily getting one of the most lucrative pension plans in existence – and that is the one of coining it in from faux-rebellion.
You see, punk had a great get-out clause. Basically, that meant that any attempt to fleece you, the public, could be filed in the ‘Art School Prank’ column and the biggest slags of the lot, The Sex Pistols, are at it again.
Bizarrely, they’ve released a perfume. Read More >>>
Now this is just weird. Easily the weirdest advert we’ve seen since Dee Dee Ramone did that commercial for diarrhea tablets – it’s John Lydon from The Sex Pistols advertising Country Life butter.
Look at him. Look at John Lydon’s happy little face as he springs about around the Morris dancers telling everyone how delicious Country Life is. He wrote God Save The Queen, you know.
Perhaps, and we get the feeling this is true, John Lydon only decided to advertise Country Life butter on TV because its first syllable sounds a bit like a swearword. Who knows?
Nevertheless, we’re confused. Is John Lydon no longer a punk because he’s appeared in a butter advert? Or is he now doubly punk because he’s confounded our expectations by rebelling against the tradition that looks down on people who appear in adverts? Or is he even less punk than we originally thought because confounding our expectations by rebelling against the tradition that looks down on people who appear in adverts is exactly what we thought he’d do, the big sell-out? Or is he the punkest punk ever because he knew we knew that we’d expect him to confound our expectations by rebelling against the tradition that looks down on people who appear in adverts and so he’s confounded that expectation instead, thereby rebelling against our own double bluff?
