Sex Pistols Bootleg Boxed Set for Sale

I got rid of all my LPs a long time ago except for this boxed set, any takers?

Sex Pistols File 1976- 1978 “A Four Record Set”
Contains: A&M Takes / Live at 100 Club London Sept 24 1976 / Live In Dallas, Texas, USA Jan 10 1978 / Winterland San Francisco 14 Jan 1978.
Notes: 250 copies. Each record features different collage on label. Numbered & unnumbered versions issued.
Contains: Spunk / Indecent Exposure / Welcome To The Rodeo / Gun Control. American pressing made by Ruthless Rhymes Lid. Numerous label versions for each record (more than 30 identified).

It's the fifth to last entry on that page.

Comes complete with beer spilt on the records...

Random Fragments

Walking across the road to the corner dairy to get a bottle of milk, putting the bottle on the counter, glancing around the shop while waiting for someone to come to the counter and serve me, eyes sweeping past the bottle on the counter, heart stopping as my eyes swept back to focus on the bottle sitting there in all its glory with the bottom broken off and stained a dark brown from all the hash smoke, grab the bottle and walk quickly back to the flat in C street, decide to stay inside for the rest of the weekend to avoid further fuckups.

Relating to Hunter Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by getting shitfaced and going to McDonald's to watch people until the paranoia got to much for us.

Knowing that if we were out cruising in Steve's old Valiant and ran short of something to smoke that there was always enough roaches for a couple of joints in the ashtrays.

Putting skyrockets in the gutter of Featherston St (a long straight street) and seeing how far down the block they'd go before exploding.

Sitting in the empty Fitz on a nice sunny day when the students were finished for the year having a few drinks with my flatmates and hangerons, at some stage the conversation turned to who had slept with Fionna our flatmate (I think she'd gone to the toilet at that stage), we worked out that everyone had except Steve, but then we saw his smirk and knew he'd been down that slippery tunnel as well, always wet and willing was our Fionna, pleasant memories of slipping in and losing myself.

Guilty Parties

Me - missing the excitement of that era, missing the drugs, writing software, married with kids.
Tom - balding, shit eating grin when off his face, lost in England writing software, still consuming drugs when the oppurtunity allows.
Craig - running card games at the races, lost in Australia, still doesn't need any drugs to seem out of it.
Steve - somewhere around town still, sworn off drugs, found religion (what a waste).
Fiona - lost in town somewhere, got her shit together, married with kids.
Anne - last spotted in Taranaki, if she hasn't settled down she's probably still picking up random men and wearing them out.

Sucking Face

Sitting around the flat in C street late one night, everyone shit faced and chilling out, Tom was sitting next to some chick who's boyfriend was on her other side. Slowly everyone became aware that Tom was sucking face with this chick while we all watched (including her boyfriend), Tom gets up goes down the hall and around the corner to his room with the chick following a few moments later, my memory is non-existent of what happened next but I'm sure we all assumed she went to his room.

The chick and her boyfriend never did visit us again, don't know why.

Talking to Tom a few years ago I brought up that memory and he laughed and said he was so shitfaced he didn't even realise he was kissing her at first, and that she must have gone to the toilet when she went down the hall because he went to his room and crashed without seeing her again that night. And we all thought he got luckythat night.

Weekend memories

Friday night we'd go to the local bottle store and buy a crate of beer, a cask of wine (Chateau de cardboard), and a bottle of Inner Circle rum. Back at the flat in C street we'd start drinking and smoking if we had any, friends would drop in and have a drink, share a smoke or a spot with us and move on to the next flat in their run. Just as we'd be losing the buzz another carload of friends would turn up and we'd be of our faces again.

I seem to have no other memory of doing anything else in the weekend for one of the years in the 80's.