A Private Hour with John Lydon's Public Image

A SHAME YOU can't hear the belches with which John — but you can also call him Johnny Rotten — Lydon punctuates his conversation. Great air pockets of gusto they are, courtesy of lunch hour with St. Pauli Girl, and sent flying into the room with vigor. After each one John turns, favors his guest with that notorious glowing ember pop-eyed stare... and then broadly grins. He knows how to play this game, has had enough years of practice at it to have evolved into a grand master. And when both sides recognize that encounters between "artiste" and "press" are supposed to prompt at least a few sparks, John feels free to have fun.