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 sucks you in then spits you out.
      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, 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.