Bill Grundy Interview

[ti:Bill Grundy Interview] [ar:Sex Pistols] [al:Agents Of Anarchy - File 2: Submission] [offset:0] Bill Grundy Interview - Sex Pistols GRUNDY: I am told that that group have received Forty thousand pounds from a record company. Doesn't that seem, er, to be slightly opposed to Their anti-materialistic way of life? MATLOCK: No, the more the merrier. GRUNDY: Really? MATLOCK: Oh yeah. GRUNDY: Well tell me more then. JONES: We've fuckin' spent it, ain't we? GRUNDY: I don't know, have you? MATLOCK: Yeah, it's all gone. GRUNDY: Really? JONES: Down the boozer. GRUNDY: Good Lord! Now I want to know one thing... MATLOCK: What? GRUNDY: Are you serious or are you just making me, Trying to make me laugh? MATLOCK: No, it's all gone. Gone. GRUNDY: Really? MATLOCK: Yeah. GRUNDY: No, but I mean about what you're doing. MATLOCK: Oh yeah. GRUNDY: Are you serious? MATLOCK: Mmm. GRUNDY: Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Brahms have all died... ROTTEN: They're all heroes of ours, ain't they? GRUNDY: Really...what? What were you saying, sir? ROTTEN: They're wonderful people. GRUNDY: Are they? ROTTEN: Oh yes! They really turn us on. JONES: But they're dead! GRUNDY: Well suppose they turn other people on? ROTTEN: Well that's just their tough shit. GRUNDY: It's what? ROTTEN: Nothing. A rude word. Next question. GRUNDY: No, no, what was the rude word? ROTTEN: Shit. GRUNDY: Was it really? Good heavens, you frighten me to death. ROTTEN: Oh alright, Siegfried... GRUNDY: What about you girls behind? MATLOCK: He's like yer dad, innie, this geezer. GRUNDY: Are you, er... MATLOCK: Or your grandad. GRUNDY: (To Sioux) Are you worried, or are you just enjoying Yourself? SIOUX: Enjoying myself. GRUNDY: Are you? SIOUX: Yeah. GRUNDY: Ah, that's what I thought you were doing. SIOUX: I've always wanted to meet you. GRUNDY: Did you really? SIOUX: Yeah. GRUNDY: We'll meet afterwards, shall we? JONES: You dirty sod. You dirty old man! GRUNDY: Well keep going, chief, keep going. Go on, you've got Another five seconds. Say something outrageous. JONES: You dir...you dirty bastard! GRUNDY: Go on, again. JONES: You dirty fucker! GRUNDY: What a clever boy! JONES: What a fucking rotter. GRUNDY: Well, that's it for tonight. The other rocker Eamonn,