The minute we hit San Francisco, somehow or other, Sid managed to escape and get himself a whole parcel of heroin. He had already developed a keen problem back in London. One of the reasons I stayed with Sid Vicious on the bus during the American tour, driving, rather than flying, from state to state, gig to gig, was to keep him away from drugs. So Sid and I slept with the road crew in a motel in San Jose, fifty miles outside San Francisco. Malcolm McLaren said there wasn’t any room left for me and Sidney. The morning after I still didn’t have a hotel room, did I? At least not with the band. The night of the gig I didn’t even have a hotel room. That last Winterland gig was a failure, and I knew it more than anyone. Everything between was equally disastrous. The Sex Pistols ended the way they began-in utter disaster. THE MORNING AFTER WINTERLAND, SAN FRANCISCO, JANUARY 15, 1978Įver get the feeling you’ve been cheated? My famous last words on stage. SEGMENT 01: NEVER MIND THE SITUATIONISTS THIS WAS SITUATION COMEDY
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