SID VICIOUS VS MY GRANNY.

"FACK OWF"
My granny used to have run-ins with none other than SID VICIOUS himself on a semi-regular basis.
my grandparents were at the time running a greengrocer's next to Maida vale tube station, Sid was living about a minute or two away from the shop/station, and i used to work in the shop after school and at weekends, serving up and then helping to shut of an evening.
It was one nice sunny day when my granny scowled into the shop saying (or you could call it 'growling!) to me "here comes your pop star mate", knowing that i liked all that new fangled 'new wave' music.
I caught a glimpse of Sid'n'Nancy entering the shop and Being just a young teen i dived into the back of the shop with embarrassment (my granny was not impressed by 'God save the queen') and prayed that i wouldn't get called out for any reason. after waiting for what seemed like hardly any time at all i was startled by a shout of "fack owf" followed by the unmistakable voice of Sid vicious telling my granny to "f**k off yourself you old c**t". "Oh no, what's happening?" i was momentarily frozen with fear but i couldn't leave my granny alone to face whatever was happening out front so i stiffened my self and came out into the shop.
When i entered the shop my eyes were met with the sight of my granny standing at the doorway shaking her fist in the air while she screamed profanities, oaths and threats of personal violence, "what's happening?" i asked, "that fackin pop star mate of yours has just nicked anuvva appol" she growled, my granny then went into one about "'im and 'is fackin girlfriend" and how they either never had enough money to pay for what they wanted or how they would try to just simply walk out and not pay at all, (and comically) how Sid would try to 'grab' fruit and run (i think he enjoyed winding my granny up but i don't think she would be overjoyed to know that).
According to my granny they were not only terrible shop lifters, "they were all dirty and stank", and ''he always used to walk abaht in bare feet that were all filthy" and "'is toenails were all long an' dirty and needed cuttin".
But back to the story. sadly, by the time i could squeeze past my irate granny who was now screaming blue murder in the doorway i didn't manage to catch a glimpse of them again that day, but some time later i was again working in the shop after school and i saw Nancy first, then Sid vicious enter the shop, i immediately remembered what had happened the last time i knew them to come into the shop so, feeling nervous, i again dived into the back room to steel myself for the expected shouting match, but when i came back out, nothing. I came out into the shop but they were already gone, and they had even paid for what they wanted! This was my chance to meet Sid vicious and i blew it.
After that i never saw Sid or Nancy again, and my granny said that they just stopped coming to the shop (and how glad she was), the rest we know.
Now, Sid, Nancy and my granny's shop are all gone, what a cruel cruel world we live in.
This is one true Sid vicious story that i bet you wont read anywhere else, how about that!?!.
P.S that isnt my real granny in the photo, honest!