Hero of London, punk legend, we salute you. Yours is not to ride the sea of outstretched arms all the way to the stage but a quieter glory that blooms in the sweaty mosh. You, Derek – do you mind if I call you Derek? You strike me like a Derek knobbly cheekbones, antifa skinhead vibes – when you hold out your hands to our feet fingers interlocked you offer us something much more than immortality something fleeting and transcendent. And you’re not a dick about it you ask permission with a quick nod and if declined you go on your way. We owe you a debt. Thank you, Derek.