I'm the chairman of the bored. . .
If anything was going to work as an antidote to my flirtation with seventies nostalgia, it was going to be seeing Iggy Pop doing an insurance advert. Insurance? Iggy Pop?
I saw Iggy Pop in Manchester in the late seventies. He was wearing nothing but a pair of leather trousers with a horse's tail sticking out of the backside, like he was some kind of demented fawn. He was like a force of nature.
Seeing Iggy pop up on TV was all a bit sad. Younger people won't know who he is, surely, and anyone who does will hardly be attracted by the godfather of punk selling out. It is even more tragic than John Lydon doing a butter advert somehow (and heaven knows that was bad enough).