An inventive person I reckon. I happened to be a wee student at Chelsea in 1975 when the Sex Pistols were moving into the public eye...their initial forays were played at a lot of the London art schools but 'we' were obviously the elite gig B) I can't remember much but I do remember going to 'SEX' with a few from our studio. One of our 'gentle, nice , regular art school group, Coral, fell under the influence of Malcom McLaren and Westwoods clothes and changed overnight - appearing in black chainy stuff with buckle together trousers - the works!
Somebody who embodied what was great about Britain... though I'm certain he'd hate me for saying that.
Fcuk, fcuk, fcuk... bad day.
If nothing else he left a great legacy of thought and deed and contribution to popular music and culture. T'is a sad day.
RIP, Great Briton.