5476. McNAUGHTON'S RULE

McNAUGHTON'S RULE

(Sid Vicious, 1977)

Monique Van Doren was in Salt Lake City

one very July day, hanging loosely a'limb from

rafter to post at The Herald Tavern, smoking.

Her companion was Craig Applewhite, a midwestern

barkeep from the outer banks of Chicago's great lakes.

He had just arrived to find a career choice, or at 

least, a supplier for good gin. John Beverley Simon 

said he came upon the two amidst a lengthy embrace 

at the end of a dark-panelled barroom.  Nancy Spungen

didn't remember where she was  -  although she did recite

what she was wearing that day : blackleather skirt, short;

high-topped boots; and a shoulder-strapped shiny black

top that barely covered her chest. It was nearly twenty-five

years for the Queen, her Silver Jubilee. All along Charing

Cross Piers there had been fireworks that night  -  huge

displays almost lethal in their intensity. A few black guys

in the back of the club were determined to continue playing

'Salt Peanuts'.

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'God save the Queen, the Fascist regime.

God save the Queen, she ain't no human bein'.

It don't matter what you want, don't matter what

you need. There's no future, no future, no future

for you.' John Simon Beverley was singing that in

a now-drunken lisp. He was soon to be dead.

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We moved him to the Seville, a tiny hotel on 29th.