Personal Life
Lydon is married to Nora Forster, a publishing heiress from Germany. He was the stepfather of Forster's daughter, Ari Up, who herself had been the lead singer in the post-punk band The Slits before her death in 2010. Lydon resides in Los Angeles, California. Lydon's parents raised him and his brothers in the Roman Catholic faith, but he "never had any godlike epiphanies or thought that God had anything to do with this dismal occurrence called life."
Lydon has been a fan of Oscar Wilde since he studied his works at school, when he came to the conclusion that "his stuff was fucking brilliant. What an attitude to life!… He turned out to be the biggest poof on earth at a time when that was completely unacceptable. What a genius."
In addition to his work as a singer-songwriter Lydon is also a visual artist. His drawings, paintings and other related works have featured prominently in the works of PiL and his solo career throughout the years. The most recent example being the cover to This is PiL. Lydon is lifetime supporter of Arsenal F.C..
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