Notorious punk star, Sid Vicious, reluctantly agreed to sit down with Trash Magazine for an exclusive interview. He would only do so under the conditions of an English pub and on our tab. Thought to be dead, we certainly had much to catch up on with Mr. Vicious…

TM: Sid, it’s quite amazing to find out that you’ve been alive all this time. What do you think people will have to say about this?

SV: ”I’ve got absolutely no interest in the pleasin’ the general public at all. I don’t want to because I fink that largely they’re scum an they make me physically sick, the general public. Ninety-nine percent of the shit you find in the street don’t know a fuckin fing. They are scum. An I ‘ope you print that.”

TM: Of course the fact that you are indeed among the living is incredible! You know this will be on quite news worthy.  

SD: “I hate everyfing to do wif television; it’s the worst, it’s depressin, television. It frightens me. The way they fuckin kiss arse, you know what I mean? The way they say: ‘And now the wonderful this, an the wonderful the other.’ They don’t mean one fuckin’ word, you know what I mean? So why do it?

TM: With you gone for so long, what do you want people to know about you?

SV: “Wif me, above all else, looks is wot matters. I was always vainglorious in that respect. I willingly make confession of it. Even durin me most fucked-up periods I was ever ponderin me image, thumbin through all the flash an glossy mags for the latest a la mode. It is holy scriptures wif me. ‘Ow the world perceives you, that’s vital, y’know. Takes a load of fuckin work to look like me! There’s many don’t understand this.”

TM: You’ve been featured in two films, The Great Rock n’ Roll Swindle and more recently the Filth & the Fury. Would you like to do more acting?

SV: “I ‘ate films because people ‘ave to act part in ‘em. Imagine that, playin people who they is not. Do you know what I mean? An it’s pretense, it’s lies, it’s just shit. It builds fings up to be wot they clearly is not.”

TM: I see you’re wearing both a swastika and a dog collar. Aren’t these somewhat contradictory?

SV: “All a question of sartorial dialectics, innit mate? Usin the iconology of fascism an fetishism is by the way of implyin distance from the normal, right? Normal behavior, normal politics, normal bollocks. Which is why we is saints of the anti-cult, old darling, an while we is on the subject, would you care, perhaps, for a jack of pharmaceuticals an a little toilet discipline?”

And following that response, Sid proceeds to stand, finishes his beer in one gulp, kicks the chair across the room and exits. So ends our interview with one of punk rock’s greats. Ta-ta for now and remember “trash is treasure”.