There's a band meeting at Talcy Malcy's sleazy Soho office...
Malcolm: OK guys, let's
   brainstorm. DESTROY.
   Glen, what do you want to
   destroy?
Glen: All authoritarian
   governments, I guess. We
   are supposed to be
   anarchists, aren't we?
Malcolm: John?
John: Religion. I hate
   religion. It fucks you
   over. Corrupts your soul,
   turns you into a
   mindless, hateful
   abortion of human
   existence. Religion is
   the...
Malcolm: OK, OK, we get the
   idea. How about you,
   Steve?
Steve: The Queen. She's a
   stuck up old cow. Off
   with her head, ha, ha.
Malcolm: And you, Paul?
Paul: Destroy the Post
   Office. They lost me
   bleeding Giro again.
Later that day....
Malcolm: Useless, not a
   decent idea between them.
   I'll have to come up with
   something myself, as
   usual.
Extract from "Never mind the quality, feel the width." by Malcolm McLaren.