The Sex Pistols Sell Out

Thirty years on, The Sex Pistols reform (again) to try and cash in on mid-life crisis, pipe and slippers, ex-punks who wallow in nostalgia for the good old days of safety pins, chains, anarchy t-shirts and bondage accessories.

The good old cuddly Sex Pistols are playing at the S.E.C.C. in Glasgow, which is to venues what the Braehead Shopping Centre is to shops. Ticket price? Well... thirty five pounds! That's more than half a week's giro!

"Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?"

Immortal lines, John.

Thirty five pounds for a ticket! Fucking hell... but what do you expect from a media slut who'll get down in the dirt with a bunch of over-sized chicken in Australia ("I'm A Washed Up Has Been, Get Me Outta Here").

Guess who's not going to be at the gig John? Yep, me... and hopefully a whole pile of other people who think you're taking the fucking piss!