Pete Doherty has confessed that he bacame fond of crossdressing at an early age, as discovered by his family in his sister’s Brownie uniform. The UK Sun mocked up the image at left to show how just how gay Pete looked as a young boy in girl’s clothing. Doherty admits that stories like these will likely become public knowledge once his mother’s book is released:
“I don’t know if it’s a tell-all book, but I am a little bit scared. Imagine your mum writing a book. The stories, like when I got in my sister’s Brownies uniform . . . there might be one or two pictures. My dad was really worried. I was about nine.”
Naturally, it must be a tell-all book. Concerning the mother of Pete Doherty, the only reason she’d get a publishing deal is for such stories, since no one wants to hear about Little Pete falling down on the school playground.
Meanwhile, Pete appeared in a London court again for a junkie progress report. Once again, Doherty promised to get the magic implant to prevent him from getting high with opiates.
Or, perhaps he could finish an actual rehabilitation program and stop sticking needles in his arm, but that would be far too conventional. Despite the fact that Pete got caught with cocaine recently in Sweden, and the fact that he arrived two hours late to court, Judge Jane McIvor declared she was pleased with his progress thus far:
“You are going in the right direction. It’s not easy, especially in your circumstances. I appreciate that entirely. I think your concentration should be, within six months of the order, to get a negative test.”
Doherty, who is due back for yet another progress report in September, seemed genuinely surprised that his drug test didn’t come up negative: “Maybe next time ’round.” Yeah, maybe.
The music community has been voicing their opinions on Doherty of late. Roger Daltry of The Who described Doherty as nothing but a common drug addict who needs to get his crap together:
“I have time for anarchy but Pete Doherty is feeble minded. What he does has nothing to do with rock ‘n’ roll. He is severely dependent and needs urgent help.”
New York Dolls punk rocker Sylvian Sylvain warned Doherty that if he doesn’t stop his junkie ways, he’ll end up dead like Sylvain’s bandmate, Johnny Thunders:
“I see a lot of Johnny in [Doherty]. He’s a great talent. But heroin will take him away from the songs just like Johnny, because she is a bitch and that’s what she does.”
Another bitch in Pete’s life, ex-girlfriend Kate Moss, is also experiencing the trappings of fame, since she made a distress call to police when she became trapped inside Jade Jagger’s London home one evening. As she explained to the police, a convoy of paparazzi had trailed her from her Primrose Hill mansion to Jagger’s home. Though Moss feared for her safety if she left Jagger’s home that night, the police told her that the paparazzi weren’t breaking any laws as such. After a weak protest that, “These people are making money out of me,” Kate gave up and spent the night at Jade Jagger’s home. Such travesties.
On the topic of romance, a biographer of Kate Moss claims that Kate and Pete are still a couple, despite their apparent split following Kate’s cocaine scandal. According to the biographer the two tabloid darlings are still conducting an open, low profile relationship, which is uber-classy.
The “open” descriptor seems to appeal to Doherty, who has apparently kissed and made up with his former Libertine bandmate, Carl Barat. Carl and Pete were spotted enjoying a drink and conversation at Dublin Castle in Camden. This speaks either of Carl’s incredible ability to forgive or his ultimate stupidity, since the last time the two spoke to each other was when Pete robbed Carl’s apartment, presumably for drugs or drug money. Either way, ’tis destined to be a bad move, unless Carl just wants to reunite for a few shirtless duets.



















5 comments
C’mon Sadie, that’s really not fair to make fun of Pete Like that. Here is the real image. I don’t know who doctored that one you have in this post!
Oh GAWD. Er…good morning.
heh, sorry
No wonder he drinks.
Tony, no way in hell do I want to dip my balls in it.