And so to Sid. John Richie is no more, the sad, goofy, kind, tosser (delete as is appropriate) is no more. If you knew him, were friends of his, hated him it doesn't matter because Sid Vicious the violent, leather jacketed, swastika t-shirted, padlocked chained, spikey haired sneering heroin addict who killed/didn't kill (again doesn't matter) with his rock star bottle blonde girlfriend Nancy is now what Sid has become.

People wonder why there's so much interest in Sid and despair. Well just reading the above make pretty good reading. Others hate the fact that he didn't have any discernible talent. Well that hasn't stopped some of the Bromley Contingent and fashionistas from the time  making a living out of a haircut and a few memories. At least Sid lived and died for his chosen career.

So as sure as Robin Hood he'll be boiled down to his adventures whether he did them or not. So it's the glass throwing incident at the 100 Club, chain whipping Nick Kent, attacking Bob Harris in the Speakeasy, joining the most controversial punk band ever, not being able to play bass, junky written across his chest and finally killing Nancy before fading out in a heroin overdose.

It now no longer even matters whether the stories are true or not because the public now almost demands these embellishments. Hell if he could have done them then he might as well have done them so add them to the list.

Sid now belongs to the public at large - he's their Sid!