God save the Queen!
A few months ago I was staying at my Dad’s house as I do every other weekend. The acoustics in the house are odd. There used to be a fireplace in the living room, the fire has been removed however the piping to take the fumes out hasn’t. Unfortunately for me this pipe is an excellent conductor of sound and goes directly through my room; this means that I can hear clearly whatever is on the television downstairs.
More to the point, my Dad had come home from one of his many outings to the pub at around 1/2am (Which even by his standards is late) I can only guess as my eyes were in that state where you could make out basic shapes and locations, but not specifics. He turned the television on and being from the era of the Sex Pistols, found a show on BBC 3 exploring their career from an early stage to stardom.
Due to the awful acoustics of the house I was awoken by the Sex Pistols singing “God Save the Queen” and “Anarchy in the UK” and as you do- in those weird semi-awake times where you’re not completely aware of what you’re doing; especially when you’re more concerned with going back to sleep because you have to be up for work at 7.30 – a thought came to me. Now I try to be witty and succinct as much is feasibly possible (although I do fail on many an occasion) “As much as I love hearing the Sex Pistols sing about the anti-establishment agenda of the 70?s, it’s really not appreciated at 2am”
This may seem completely random and I’m going to be enitrely honest, it is.
For anyone who thought this was going to be an intelligent and impressive piece on how the Sex Pistols (and the general punk movement) helped inspire a generation to get up and get involved in campaigning against the monarchy, I'm sorry. It's not really my expertise and probably never will be as I'm going to study a maths degree at Aberystwyth in September.
Until the next time I decide to ramble on about something. Goodbye!