John Lydon isn’t punk, he’s a middle-class wanker: he’s spent his life whinging on about Malcolm McLaren whilst simultaneously contriving to be more of a luvvie than McLaren himself — it’d be hard to imagine anyone less punk than John look at me, I’m a rebel, I used to be someone, I’m still relevant Lydon. Oh, just fuck off, g̶r̶a̶n̶d̶a̶d̶ Lydon! What’s he done since McLaren made the Sex Pistols famous for five minutes? Apart from whine incessantly about McLaren? Oh, yeah, that’s right: PIL (the band no fucker has heard of) … a one hit wonder that only came about thanks to his riding on the coattails of Leftfield …and an advert for some butter or something. Fuck off, L̶y̶d̶o̶n̶ grandad!

Why Melleefresh, of all people?