Five Minutes

It's a really angry song. It says it all, but rather cryptically. I was curious about it so i did a bit of digging, and found this interview. The following text is dated 30 June 2005, in the Burning Up Times, where JJ is being interviewed by Gary Kent. (Sorry Gary, but the fans wanna know, so i've copied it as faithfully as I could [rather than simply plagiarised it] because you do it so well!)

-(start)---------------------------------- 5 Minutes uncovered

"What are the french bits at the end of 5 Minutes?"

It's a long time ago. Let me think. Is it: "ma pauvre chou chou enculée?" Or "cherie enculée?" That means "my poor darling who was...", well, it can't really be translated. Enculée is the worst French word you can think of. You can't say it in France, but basically, it means "fucked over", or buggered. This is when I rented a flat off Wilko in West End Land, West Hampstead. Wilko's mistress lived there, and so did a girl called Susie, who worked for the Pistols. The summer of '77 was a great one, but when we all came back at the end of the summer, we found Susie had been raped there at knifepoint by five black guys - a mere five minutes from Bishop's Avenue, the richest road in London. Before that it was an amazing place to live - there'd sometimes be Lemmy, The Clash, the Pistols. I even remember one night giving Steve Jones a copy of Rattus. Everyone loved Wilko, and Billy Idol used to stay there... and so did Steve Strange, who I shared a small bed with... But the magic had been destroyed, and I think Motorhead ended up taking over the flat. So it's something like "Et si je les trouve, ma pauvre chou chou enculée, je les aurais." - "And if I find them, my poor darling who was 'fucked over', I will have 'em." -(end)------------------------------------

So there ya go. Somewhere there's five black guys revelling in infamous immortalisation. They must be so proud of themselves. Grrr!