For a descendant of a 14th-century Knight of the Garter, Philip Bourchier O’Ferrall looks surprisingly at home in a room covered in edgy Sex Pistols graffiti.
We’re standing in a former silversmith’s workshop in London’s Denmark Street that the punk outfit called home in the 1970s, examining frontman John Lydon’s handiwork. In black marker, there’s a drawing of the band’s svengali, Malcolm McLaren, clutching a wad of cash, and on one wall, scrawled in capitals, the words: “Johnny wont go to heaven or the south of France.”
