Thirty years too late, and now completely unwilling to pogo...not, by the way, that I'm too frail or weak to do it, I'm simply too self conscious. A balding middle-aged man leaping up and down is no pretty sight. But I'm finally getting to see the Sex Pistols in September. God knows it'll be like some punk rock cabaret. All I want is them to lunge on stage, play Never Mind in it's glorious entirety, then walk off. There's a rumour they're going to be debuting new work...the Sex Pistols difficult second album...no, not really.