This is what you want - this is what you get

Mr Lydon is currently chanting that very phrase in my living room.

It occured to me an hour or so ago that I hadn't listened to 'The Best of British £1 Notes' for an age and I was overdue to play it quite loudly. So, once my '70s disco collection came to an end I slapped this into the CD player and started wondering when he'll go on tour again.

I've never seen him live. I obviously didn't see the Pistols back in the day (being a young whipper-snapper) and didn't want to see them on the re-union tours because, as I thought, it wouldn't be like way back then and I wanted to think of them as young rebels not middle aged men. I regret that now and wish I had seen them.

John has an interesting body of work behind him (and, I hope, ahead of him too). He's never stood still, keeps moving forward and experimenting with sound and image. He still causes mayhem (and good for him) such as earlier this year in New York at the Anglomania thing and his response to the 'Hall of Fame' (the wonderful 'piss stain' comment).

I realise he's not everyone's cup of tea, but he's mine. Served without milk. Or sweeteners.