Here's one, in case you ever wanted to see how John Lydon would behave only inches away from massive, horrible teeth that weren't his own. Excerpted from Rotten TV some years ago, it's quite interesting to see the Godfather of Punk truly humbled in the presence of nature in the subaquatic wilds of South Africa. I can't say I blame him, I've also been close to some pretty nasty looking animals underwater myself, including a cage-less experience around a couple non-Great White but nonethless bastardly looking sharks in the Turks and Caicos, and once had a barracuda almost bite my watch off. When these creatures come swimming by at 60' down and they can change their course in like two seconds and come flying at you, well, you just gotta trust all the assurances that they really don't want to eat people are for real. But then again, sometimes you might want to root otherwise in the case of certain filmmakers.