PUNK SINGER HAS MORE BODYGUARDS THAN WACKO BUBBLES JACKO SHOCK LAUGH.

I'm going to have to sound a bit on the old side to tell this tale of a punk singer and his phalanx of bodyguards that surrounded him.
living where i do i have been fortunate enough to see quite a lot of well known people from many bands, even ones that were not punk can be seen still round my area (there is many recording studios and a famous market where i live), over the years (as the fields were swallowed up by houses and factories) i have seen various members of the clash strolling about alone, the singer from 'the members' (Nicky tesco for anyone who is interested) Richard jobson from the skids, jello biafra, buzzcocks singer Pete Shelley, the man himself-mr charley harper, various members of the damned, the pretenders Krissy hynde, john Lydon, siouxsie and hubby budgie from the banshees, oh- and bassist Steve severin in the pub, on the street and on the tube, the list goes on but that is all i can remember , oh yes, me and a mate ended up meeting 'twisted sister' and went on a late night car drive round London looking for something to do (singer Dee snider went back to his hotel for an early night).
And out of all of them (and more) the only person to have any bodyguards was john Lydon, and even then he only had the one, even if he was seven foot tall and six foot wide, even when out at clubs and gigs these people came without bodyguards, good on them i thought.
then one night down in 'gossips' nightclub (somewhere to go for all of London's goths/neo-phychadelics/punks/ speed freaks/and freaks of all kind) it was a friendly place as clubs go and i cant remember seeing a fight there although I'm sure there was the odd bout of fisty cuffs.
then one night i was down there and i was at the bar area and i could see the crowd of the club being pushed by what i at first assumed was a gang of trouble makers out for a mass brawl, but after spending a minute or two looking at what i thought i was about to be battered by i realised that the collective crowd that was doing all the pushing was in fact the 'entourage' of non other than superstar Wattie buchan of the exploited, he was surrounded by a phalanx of bodyguards as if he were Michael Jackson and anyone in watties path was shoved aside so that the 'great man' could pass without having to touch or move for the ordinary diseased puny public.
it wasn't long before watties 'Mohawk' (p.c man) was recognised and the events taking place were starting to be laughed at, very soon the cry of "who do you think you are?" was on every ones lips and far from looking like a hard bastard with his hard mates/bodyguards he looked like a right proper cunt, pretty soon people were laughing at watties arrogant behaviour and asking each other "what the fuck has HE got all those bodyguards with him for?, its not like he needs them".
i don't know if he still has that sort of body guard set up or any at all but he did really make a fool of himself that night, oh yes.