The Filth and the Fury Page #8

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I got a stiletto blade | through my wrist here,

Iucky not to have had | one of my eyes gouged out,

'cause a bottle | was shoved in here.

Got to the hospital...

first thing they do | is call the police.

And I get arrested for | "suspicion of causing an affray."

And the telephone call | from the editor...

who would say, "Malcolm, | we'll print anything,

'cause you sell more papers

than we ever did | on Armistice Day."

It's 7:
00 on Wednesday, | the 1 7th of August.

Elvis Presley, at one time | known to millions

as "The King | of Rock and Roll,"

has died suddenly | at the age of 42.

The king of rock and roll | died yesterday.

He was found face down | on a bathroom floor.

There had been | numerous reports

that Presley | was a heavy drug user.

All that time | when Malcolm was saying,

"We can't get gigs in the UK," | we could have played abroad.

We could have f***ing done that, | couldn't we, Julien?

Who needs the f***ing UK? | It's a load offucking sh*t.

Got a lot of wax | in my ears today.

So we were left doing nothing. | I was just sitting there,

with -- Iike, we didn't even | f***ing rehearse,

nobody wanted to f***ing | rehearse or do anything.

So, like, you know -- | it's a logical conclusion,

d'you know what I mean? | Boredom...

And, like, I'm that way inclined | so what do I turn to?

No, I couldn't take them off.

My nose is broken, | I'm keeping them on.

And she showed up with Sid, | and I was thinking,

"Who the f*** is this c*nt? | This is an 'orrible person."

It was like, | the weirdest thing...

I'd never felt such | a negative energy from someone.

There was just a dark cloud...

Over this bird, | and I f***ing hated her.

The first time | I came across Nancy,

I think Steve was shagging her | in the toilet.

I didn't like her.

Nancy was a hooker...

That was on the coattails | of the "New York Dolls."

And I actually introduced her | to Sid.

Shame on me.

In New York I was dancing | without any clothes on.

I used to go down to the guys | and dance in front of them,

and then get | tips off them,

and you'd do | a little hand job, you know,

for... ten bucks, | or they wanted to f***.

I just -- you know...

did it, you know, I just --

there wasn't really | anything to it,

I just give good blowj*bs.

"lt'll rip your balls off."

I read the first Sex Pistols | review,

which was sh*t, and I said, | "l gotta get over there."

I wanted to see | something exciting.

Nancy, as his heroin dealer/ | girlfriend...

Was pumping him up with gear | every chance she could get.

He didn't like me | 'cause I was ajunkie.

He tried to keep me and Sid | apart for months,

months, months.

Everyone knows when a bird | starts poking her nose

into a rock and roll band, | that it's suicidal.

'Cause that's when he really | started getting f***ed up,

and not caring about playing.

And I didn't want | anything to do with her.

We did everything | to get rid of Nancy

that was physically | possible.

I even dangled her

out of a window one night, | by her ankles.

And the rest of the band | hated me...

'cause I was with | the New York Dolls --

Johnny and Jerry, | and they were junkies.

# Fix #

# My baby... #

They definitely brought | a lot of heroin around, too.

And I know Sid was totally into | Johnny Thunders.

I like the New York Dolls,

'cause they were nasty and mean, | and they wore makeup,

and they didn't | give a sh*t.

And they played | godawful rock and roll.

And they had good names, | and good hairdos.

It definitely had | a big effect on me.

I thought he was | the coolest thing ever --

Thunders, at that time.

I started stealing | some of his stances,

and his looks, and, you know, | his moves on stage.

I look back at it now, | and I'm embarrassed

at how much I f***ing was trying | to copy him.

I didn't need to do that. | I had my own thing already.

My invention | to the Sex Pistols

was the hanky on the head.

It was kind offunny, actually, | when I used to see fans doing it,

I thought, "Oh, look, they're | doing something I invented."

C*nt, sh*t, bollocks.

Bill Grundy's a poof!

Because I've made my self-esteem | rise an inch.

Leatherjackets | came with the heroin.

Vampirish goth look | came with the heroin.

This ruined Sid...

Here, want one of these?

Because he was a complete | gullible fashion victim.

Sid went straight into the worst | kind of rock and roll idiot

you could ever hope to have | a nightmare about.

He didn't get that | what we were doing was --

Who wants | some safety pins?

Our culture, | our life.

Who else wants | something?

Come on if you want | something, you c*nts!

Alls I can tell you is yes, | I can take on England,

but I couldn't take on | one heroin addict.

Oh, look, Sid.

At a time where we should have | been the tightest,

it couldn't be looser.

# There's no point in asking, | you'll get no reply #

# Oh, just remember | I don't decide #

# I got no reason, | it's all too much #

# You'll always find us #

# Out to lunch #

# We're so pretty, | oh, so pretty #

# We're vacant #

It's a pity in a way. | All these rich kids...

Becoming punks. | I find that revolting.

It's like an army now,

a faction -- chic.

I'm not chic.

I could never be chic.

I was in it | from its inception.

# There's no point in asking, | you'll get no reply #

# Just remember | I don't decide #

The punks ruined it...

They adopted a uniform image | in attitude,

and the whole thing | was about being yourself.

# We're so pretty, | oh, so pretty... #

# Ah... vacant #

The cliche punk look | which became the postcard punk

with a Mohican, and all black, | with spiky hair and all that.

It was never like that | to start with.

They didn't have | the money

to go out and buy | a 50 quid leatherjacket

it was very much a do-it-yourself | kind of thing, you know?

# ...and we don't care #

And all those garbage, | trashy bands --

basically all saying, | "Yeah, we're a punk band,"

wrecked it outright. | It became acceptable --

absorbed back into | the system.

The shitstem.

# We're pretty... #

# Pretty vacant #

I'm a punk!

# And we don't care! #

Mummy, mummy, come quick!

They've killed Bambi!

"Who killed Bambi" | was Malcolm's idea.

We were musicians. | We didn't want to make a film.

Malcolm was very good at | spending other people's money.

But there was a load | being put into the film

from the band's royalties, | which we didn't know about.

I rememberjust turning up | to do a scene...

there was this guy there, I thought, | "Oh, he looks familiar..."

Do you know the way | to Hindley Airfield, mate?

And I said, | "l know you from somewhere,"

and it was Sting.

It was his motion picture debut, | I believe.

So it's flying lessons | you're after, is it?

Well, you've come | to the right place, Sex Pistol.

Be advised, | drummer boy...

We're the sensational | new Blow Waves,

and we know how to sell | more records

than Malcolm McLaren.

And I knew | that it was just trash,

rubbishing | the whole point and purpose.

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