Where were Steve and Paul and Paul?
They were hung over! They got hammered every night! Are you kidding me? We were in Vancouver for about a month and there was just nothing to do. Winter. We actually went skiing a few times—a little day-skiing mountain. At night, we’d go to bars in town—me, Steve and Paul—and we almost got our butt kicked! No one knew me, but they knew the Sex Pistols by sight. The chicks went nuts! We’d go to a bar and they’d start hitting on the local women because we weren’t getting any on set, and the girls went nuts for the guys—young good-looking Sex Pistols? Gimme a break! They were huge stars! Girls would hang on ‘em and buy them drinks and their Canadian punk boyfriend hockey players would get more and more pissed off. Twice I dragged them out of the club—drunk out of their minds—into taxi cabs like, ‘Go go go!’ And eight guys with Canucks jerseys come after us ready to pound us into crushed ice! Who wrote the Stains songs? Those were Steve and Paul and Paul. Those weren’t done when I was there
