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Sex Pistols and the Bromley Contingent on the local London TV-show 'Thames Today'Dialoge zwischen dem Moderator Bill Grundy und the Sex Pistols sowie deren Freunde vom Bromley ContingentVideo-File des Original-Dialogs plus zusätzliche Informationen Grundy: I'm told that that group [he hits his leg with a sheaf of papers] have received £ 40'000 from a record company. Doesn't that seem, er, slightly opposed to their anti-materialistic way of life? Glen: No, the more the merrier. Grundy: Really? [During this first exchange the camera shot is confused by waving arms, hands passing cups of coffee etc. Matlock tries not to giggle.] Glen: Oh yeah. Grundy: Well, tell me more then. Steve: We've fucking spent it, ain't we? Grundy: I don't know. Have you? Glen: Yeah. It's all gone. Grundy: Really? Good Lord? Now I want to know one thing ... Glen: What? Grundy: . . . are you serious or are you just making me, trying to make me laugh? Glen: No, it's gone. Gone. Grundy: Really? Glen: Yeah. Grundy: No, but I mean about what you're doing. Glen: Oh yeah. Grundy: Are you serious? Glen: Mmm. Grundy: Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Brahms have all died ... John: They're all heroes of ours, ain't they? Grundy: Really? What? What were you saying sir? John: They're wonderful people. Grundy: Are they? John: Oh yesss! They really turn us on. Grundy: Suppose they turn other people on? John: [whispered] Well that's just their tough shit. Grundy: It's what? John: Nothing. A rude word. (Pauses.) Next question! Grundy: No. No. What was the rude word? John: [a schoolboy] Shit. Grundy: Was it really? God, you frighten me to death. John: Oh allright Siegfried ... Grundy: What about you girls behind? Glen: He's like yer Dad in' he, this geezer, or you Grandad? Grundy: Are you worried or just enjoying yourself? Siouxsie: Enjoying myself. Grundy: Are you? Siouxsie: Yeah. Grundy: Ah, that's what I thought you were doing. Siouxsie: I've always wanted to meet you. Grundy: Did you really? Siouxsie: Yeah. Grundy: We'll meet afterwards, shall we? [Siouxsie makes a moué.] Steve: You dirty sod. You dirty old man. Grundy: Well keep going chief, keep going. Go on, you've got another the seconds. Say something outrageous. Steve: You dirty bastard. Grundy: Go on, again. Steve: You dirty fucker! Grundy: What a clever boy! Steve: You fucking rotter! [More laughter from the band and fans; Grundy closes.] Grundy: Well that's it for tonight. The other rocker, Eamonn, I'm saying nothing else about him, will be back tomorrow. I'll be seeing you soon. I hope l'll not be seeing you [to the band] again. From me though, goodnight. [Closing credits and perky signature tune: Lydon looks at his watch and Steve Jones gyrates his leather-clad hips.] |
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