Auntie Doris’s They Died Too Young #26 Sid Vicious: Died 2nd February 1979 aged 21.

20140614-225308-82388719.jpgI wouldn’t normally waste my time writing about such a ruddy waste of space, but my nephew Michael has been going on at me. He used to worship him when he was a teenager, and even now, when he is in his ruddy fifties he still thinks it is clever to use him as an excuse for not tucking his shirt in properly! “Sid Vicious died that we may live!” he says “not so that we have to worry about tucking our shirts in all the time.”

Also, some bloke who reads what I put on WordPress and writes a blog called “the offensive playbook” suggested that I should write about Punk Rock because he “thinks I would like it” or something. Well I don’t! Its too noisy and its not big and its not clever to ruddy well swear all the time. Its cleverer if you can entertain people without being rude. Like George Formby could. And his dad before him.

Any Road Sid Vicious wasn’t even his real name. He was called John Ritchie. And he was in the most famous Punk Rock group of the 1970s, the “Sexy Pissers” or something, that’s what they called themselves. In my opinion they were just trying to be clever, by swearing. Again. They used to sing songs about dead bodies and be sick on stage and Sid even used to cut himself a bit, so that he got blood all over his chest, Silly ruddy idiot.
He was always taking drugs and stuff like that and in the end he found himself a girlfriend who was no better than he was. Most people like him manage to get themselves a girlfriend who acts as a bit of a calming influence, and they settle down and have kiddies, but not Sid. He had to start seeing this Nancy Spongebob, who just made him dafter and got him into taking even worse drugs.
He stopped being in the Sexy Pissers and moved into in a run down hotel in New York with her. He did a few Punk Rock concerts on his own, but he had taken that many drugs that he couldn’t even remember what song he was singing half the time. Then one night he went to bed with Nancy, and when he woke up in the morning, he found her stabbed to death in the ruddy bathroom.
It looked like a clear cut case, and the coppers had him locked up in prison. But of course nothing is ever as it seems. Some folk say that a drug dealer came in and did the stabbing in the middle of the night. That makes sense to me. If my Raymond ever found out that I had forgot to lock the front door before we retired for the night, he always used to say “We might be murdered in our beds!” and if Sid and Nancy were high on drugs, they probably wouldn’t remember to lock their door. Any Road, Sid’s lawyer managed to get him out on bail, and he even got to go back to England.
But once he got home he had a party at his Mam’s house, and the next morning, they found him laid out in bed, dead of a drugs overdose. Some people say it was suicide because he wanted to be back with his Nancy. Very romantic. But to be honest, its not exactly a Barbara Cartland story, is it?
Any road, I hope that our Michael and that Offensive Playbook bloke are satisfied, because I’m not going to be writing about that long haired American youth who shot himself in the face in the greenhouse. Ruddy attention seeker.

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5 thoughts on “Auntie Doris’s They Died Too Young #26 Sid Vicious: Died 2nd February 1979 aged 21.

  1. My nephew Darren (whose technology I borrow to talk to my beloved friend Doris), he used to come in demanding I cross stitch a cat flap into his leather trousers. He came back from a Stranglers concert – I think they were called that because it sounded like they were being strangled half the bloomin’ time on their records- any road, he came back from one of those gig thingys covered in spittle. My Bri went ballistic, ‘what the chuff would you let someone flob on you for?’ I agree. We didn’t win the war by flobbing. Or by being an antichrist. Or by never minding our bollocks. My Bri, bless him, just tossed him a jar of Swarfega to de-gob. Is that why I don’t see Swarfega anymore? Because of the decline of punk?
    (PS- The Stranglers did a song about that nice Gordon Brown. Think that’s how he got to be prime minister.)

  2. Damnation! I’ve got to check my email more often, ’cause this one slipped me by!

    Auntie Doris, I had a feeling you weren’t going to like those Sex Pansies! That Johnny Rotten really grinds my gears. You’re 73 years old now, Lydon! Stop being a little shit, you know? We get it – you’re a cantankerous little bastard and you’re proud of it. Sheeeeeesh. Hehheh.

  3. We have a fish for a pet in the store where I work,( a poxy, weevil tip) He is a vivid blue, and is kept in a pickle jar by the phone. I call him “Sid Fishious” and nobody at my work can figure out why. Sid, he was so gloriously anti-social..Nancy Spungeon’s Ma wrote an appalling book about her hell cat daughter, have you read it? I call the dead plant down by the sauerkraut crocks Nancy..lovely post Auntie.

    • My Nephew Michael once got me to read a book about Sid Vicious, but it wasn’t the one by Nancy’s Mother. I might have to get him that one for Christmas.
      I really like the idea of Sid Fishious!

  4. Sid is three years old, apparently old for a fish. The book is called “And I don’t Want To Live This Life” Mrs Spungeon will never win the Pulitzer Prize, but her account of Sid enjoying a family steak dinner is worth tracking down a copy.

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