The Filth and the Fury

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Well, now, as we come towards | the end of this evening on BBC 1 ,

Michael Fish takes a late | look at the weather.

Again, a good deal of cloud.

A little rain from time to time | for much of the day,

but later on that rain is going | to become ever more persistent

and eventually, | I think that rain

will probably turn out to be | fairly heavy.

What you've seen in any | documentary about any band,

before or since, is how great | and wonderful everything is.

It's not the truth of it. | It's hell, it's hard.

It's horrible. | It's enjoyable to a small degree

but if you know what you're | doing it for,

you'll tolerate all that

because the work, at the end | of the day, is what matters.

We managed to offend

all the people we were | fucking fed up with.

The Labour Party, who'd promised | so much after the war

had done so little | for the working class

that the working class were | confused about even themselves

and didn't even understand what | working class meant anymore.

It was cold and miserable.

No one had anyjobs. | You couldn't get ajob.

Everyone was on the dole.

If you weren't born | into money,

then you might as well have kissed | your fucking life goodbye,

you weren't gonna amount | to anything.

The germ, the seed | of the Sex Pistols

generated from that.

Now is the winter | of our discontent

made glorious summer -- | by this sun of York.

England was in a state | of social upheaval.

It was a very, very | different time.

Total social chaos.

There was rioting | all over the place.

You have to join | the picket line.

There were strikes on every kind | of amenity you could think of.

Pound power.

The TV channels would | go on and off randomly.

People were fed up | with the old way.

The old way was clearly | not working.

There's a little bit | sticking up there.

You can see it | in the reflection.

Ultra Bright | gets you noticed.

You're told at school, | you're told at the job center,

you're told by everyone | that you don't stand a chance.

And you should just accept | your lot, and get on with it.

That's where you're gonna get | the social strife.

Hate and war... | and race hate.

When you feel powerless...

you will grab any power | you can...

to retain some kind | of self-respect.

Want something on how many | people have been mugged?

Don't lay your hand on me... | I'll break your fucking jaw!

That man is sad | 'cause he's misinformed,

and he's misled, | and he's used.

Yes -- I am a racialist. | And why?

Who's made me a racialist?

This government -- | the conservatives,

and every stingy, | stinking councillor

who sticks up for the n*gger.

And I'll stand by my words,

'cause I don't like these people, | never will do!

Words are my weapons.

Violence is something | I'm not very good at.

I don't think you can explain | how things happen,

other than sometimes | theyjust should,

and the Sex Pistols | should have happened, and did.

We went out in the garden.

Get off your arse!

I was born | in Queen Charlotte's Hospital

on September 3rd, 1955...

And I lived with my mother | and my stepfather

who I thought was my dad, | in the basement

in Shepherd's Bush.

And I slept at the edge | of their bed on a camp bed.

My real dad, he bailed | when I was two.

His name was Don Jarvis. | He was an amateur boxer.

I definitely didn't feel | wanted as a child.

Well, I was born and raised | around West London,

the Shepherd's Bush | and Hammersmith area.

It was typically | working class.

I met Steve 'cause we lived around | the corner from each other.

I went to school | near Paul and Steve,

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