This weekend on BBC3 is a documentary called "Who the F*** is Pete Doherty?", which begs the question, who the fuck is Pete Doherty?
Yeah, yeah, I know, former lead singer with the mildly successful Libertines, before falling out with his musical partners because of his heroin addiction. He then went and created Babyshambles, and is apparently as reliable as a... well, a heroin addict, when it comes to his committment to his new band. He's also shagging Kate Moss, which itself begs all kinds of other questions, specifically about the state of Ms Moss's mind - but really, it speaks volumes - she has sex with a hopeless heroin addict, who isn't even that talented.
What annoys me, in my Mr Disgruntled of Tunbridge Wells mode, is that in a culture that frowns on heroin for all the right reasons, that Pete Doherty has become a press darling just about sums up what is wrong with the press in one fell swoop.
I wouldn't mind if he was doing anything remotely original. And that isn't an old bastard talking, that's an appreciator of music.
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The weather, or rather the BBC's coverage of it... Jesus, where do I start?
