The lyric I wish I’d written
“You don’t do what you fuckin want then you’ll fade away You won’t find me workin’ nine to five / It’s too much fun being alive,” by the Sex Pistols. Listening to the Sex Pistols still stirs up the rebellious feeling deep inside me and takes me back to that blazing hot summer of ’77 when I rolled up my sleeves (metaphorically speaking—I’ve always been a massive fan of the casual short-sleeve T-shirt) literally slogged my guts out to get the Pistols to sell their totally brill records in their millions, thus helping me expand what some people have been kind enough to call the Virgin empire, and make the world a better place.
My luxury
My custom-made beanbag, signed with a special Virgin felt-tip by, among others, Barack Obama, Justin Trudeau and Ed Sheeran, who’s a personal friend.
