So, God Save the Queen and her fascist regime. That made you a moron, and a potential H-Bomb, apparantly.
Of course, England's dreaming and there's no future, no future, no future for you.
Thirty-five years later, and all the kerfuffle seems even more childish and silly than it did back then.
"The Establishment" survived the limp and snotty onslaught of chaps swearing on live TV, and nowadays we have Simon Cowell instead of Malcolm McLaren to mesmerise and pick the pockets of the nation's youth.
"Naturally, you had a better class of rogue back then than you do now", the author thought, and then instantly realised that it wasn't true.
So, let's raise a glass of thanks to our long-suffering Monarch. It looks to be a boring and thankless job at the best of times, and I'm certainly glad I don't have to do it.
"Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?", the man said from the stage when it all came to an end.
Well, not really.
There's no future in it.
