Chrissie is a missing piece of the jigsaw in the formation of punk. I used to own a Pretenders book (long since disappeared) and the anecdotes were fascinating and revealing. Like the padlock Sid wore around his neck being a gift from Chrissie who took it from her digs. Masters of the Backside/Moors Murders and so on.
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
We're the flowers in the dustbin...
No fuchsias for you.