What would punk rock have been without a whiny bleached-blonde hanger-on and the spiky-haired eighty-pound object of her affection? Yes, we are referring to the infamous Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen: the duo that shook things up (and shot things up) all over Britain and America, inspiring the 1986 film Sid and Nancy. This month marks the 30th anniversary of Nancy's suspicious death by stab wound in the couple's den of iniquity at Manhattan's Chelsea Hotel. Sid was accused of the crime but conspiracy theorists reckon he was too high to have done much of anything except snooze. The mystery remains unsolved as Sid died four months later of an overdose, before the court case was closed. While detested by many within the music scene for her generally abrasive demeanor, Nancy was frank about her groupie status. As '70s punk-scene photographer Eileen Polk recalled, "[Nancy] basically said, 'Yeah, I'm a prostitute, and I don't care.'"