Weird Johnny Rotten Quotes from his book "No Blacks-No Irish - No Dogs"

Johnny Rotten on Sid Vicious - The Fashion Victim

Sid’s real name was Simon Ritchie or John Beverly; he wasn’t even sure which. It all depended on his mother’s whim at the time, because after all she was a hippie mother. Sid was an absolutely goofy kid with a David Bowie Hairdo dyed red at the top. His father apparently was a grenadier guard - if the queen only knew who her soldier’s offspring were. Sid would always find a way to laugh at things - except at himself of course. Everything was a joke to him. That amused me because I was quite somber at times. "This is useful humor " I thought, "I can use this." Sid was an absolute fashion victim - the worst I’ve ever known. It was appalling. Everything about him was wrong. He’d buy these ridiculous Vogue Magazines to study them and copy people. He’d get it wrong so badly. He used to annoy people so much because he’d take it all so seriously. He’d wear nail gloss and think of himself as being very dainty. He was a gangley, awkward, git. He’d wear sandals in the snow with no socks when he wanted to show off his toenail varnish. It was a David Bowie thing. After I ribbed him too much about that, he went out and got a Marc Bolan perm. That made him look like an old woman. He was very pimply and ugly - yet thought of himself as being stunningly beautiful. He wanted to be a model. Yes, Sid did some modeling in St Martin’s college in London. It gave him an excuse to go home, hang upside down in the oven to get his hair to stand up like Bowie’s, and pose in the latest clobber he’d bought Complete fashion victim. Nothing he wore really suited him. It was as if the clothes wore him.

Johnny Rotten on Vampire Hunting

Dave Crowe was deadly curious about all the reports on TV and in books about vampires in Highgate Cemetery. John Gray didn’t believe it. Of course there was me - I’d read too much, so I was well spooked. The fascination was there. To this day I enjoy a really good horror movie. I love being frightened. When we were about sixteen or seventeen, we’d break into the crypts where the bodies were on shelves, open up the coffins and have a look. We’d look for the bodies which hadn’t deteriorated. Was this vampire thing real? So many other people were doing it, it was like a social club down there. You’d meet so many people, loonies mostly, running around with wooden stakes, crucifixes, and cloves of garlic. When we’d get bored with that there was a pub at the top of the road, so we’d drink a bit and then go back down into the crypts later that night. I had money because I worked for my father so we could do these crazy stupid things. At the time it was highly unusual for kids to leave there districts and go off to the far reaches of London and dance at nightclubs or vampire hunt. We were quite lucky in light of how weird we dressed. People considered us nutters and left us alone.