Here we are in the Rainbow indeed. – ls it your regular hangout?
– lt’s one of them. How often do you come down here? You know, on national holidays
or of a Sunday afternoon, just before l go to church for evening mass. Or evening mess. l come here about three times a week,
it’s only two blocks from where l live. And it’s downhill going home. – That’s important.
– Yeah, it’s handy, that. A guy in Wales carved it
and presented it to me. Fucking great lump of granite. l told him l’d bring it here, see if they’d put it
in the sidewalk, and they did. So hooray. – Hooray for me. And him.
– Yeah, cool. Where you are, Joe DiMaggio
met Marilyn Monroe on a blind date. This used to be called Villa Nova,
it was an ltalian restaurant, where Sinatra and his mates all hung out. lt’s changed because time’s changed. lt’s like another planet now
from when l first came here. People are different,
they think and act different. They are different. So fuck ’em. That’s what l say. You know, the old days weren’t always worse. The old days here were better, to a very, very large extent, believe me. We were optimistic, instead of being
fucking doomed like they are now. – This doom thing is…
– lt’s fear, man. – lt’s a bit fucking uphill.
– lt’s fear. The government programming fear
into everybody. They were frightened then too,
they used to have riots. The cops used to beat them up
with billy clubs in the ’70s. They weren’t scared then. – They were up for it.
– They didn’t have Starbucks. – Yes, and thank God for that.
– On every corner. l believe they’re gonna outlaw booze
in bars soon. We’re all gonna sit and drink
fucking Starbucks and not smoke. Or we have them smokeless fucking cigarettes. l don’t know what’s the matter
with everybody. You can’t be safe. A car might run you down any second.
Think of that. Never come out the house again.
l don’t need you on my street, you afraid motherfucker. What’s the matter with people? They just want to go to work, come home,
and lock themselves in. Big fucking thing around the garden
like it’s a medieval fortress. Who are they hiding from? lf the guy wants to get in, he’ll get in. They just boost each other over the fence. A jumbo jet taking off from LAX, right, is like 2,000 smokers smoking
200 cigarettes a day for 30 fucking years. And they want me to stop smoking this? Fuck off, be serious. lf you’re gonna be serious, ban automobiles. Then l’ll give up smoking. l’d volunteer for it. Unless you’re gonna do that,
then don’t be fucking futile. Slogans. The charts were always crap, man, right from when they started having them. All this shit was up there in the top ten. Might get a few rock-‘n’-roll things
in the bottom half of the top 20 but not a lot. l did like it when you could get The Yardbirds in the same charts as Barbra Streisand, cos you only had one chart to try and get in. We went number one in the national chart, not the heavy metal chart, or the alternative chart,
or the postmodern chart, or the urban renewal chart, or the one man with a leg on a donkey chart. What’s the point of going to the top
of your own little chart? Doesn’t mean anything.