—"Everyone can suck my fat dick!"

Yeah, that was you—you didn't give a shit about swearing on live TV, you didn't give a shit about rumors or how rude you looked. Your image wasn't what it used to be, neither was your attitude and your mentality had changed. You had your own music career and you were happy with your fucking band. What the fuck was the point of intimate and sexual questions about your fucking tits? Who cared if you wore a bra or not? Usually people get so used to having those questions asked to a female artist who was once a figure of innocence and sweetness. Johnny Rotten himself had seen that show that day, on a terrible TV, of course. Johnny was her boyfriend, they had been dating since late 1975.

It wasn't anything new that you were invited to events. You only accepted what could give more visibility to your band, you used the same technique as the 'Sex Pistols', you didn't sell out for anything. At this particular event, there were quite a few Punk and Rock bands, you liked that a little. Maybe you could meet people who had a similar thought to yours...