Reading through Cope's review of the month I was really chuffed to read someone put into words what I've always felt about The Clash. I've never liked them, even though I've often felt on my own on this one. They've always struck me as humourless and overly earnest with a daft load of macho posturing and, at their worst, patronising. And anything that feels the need to declare itself as 'authentic' has always struck me as suspect. Protesting too much to be convincing. And the same goes for The Manic Street Preachers whose only difference is the willingness to use make-up. At last it's OK to say that The Clash say nothing to me about my life.