Rumours are still flying about the impending marriage of Pete Doherty and Kate Moss. The UK Sun has predicted that January 18th, which is two days after Kate’s thirty-third birthday, will be the “official” day of wedded bliss. More likely than not, Kate will probably spend that day getting those Botox injections she’s been considering.
Although she is years older than most models, Kate’s career has never been more lucrative than in the past year, and her heavily airbrushed face adorns the 60′s style Burberry Spring 2007 ad campaign. This is the tenth time Kate’s fronted a Burberry campaign, which is unprecented for any other model that Burberry has featured.
Yet when it comes to Pete Doherty, Kate’s outlook goes from bad to verse when a poem from Pete to Kate was found on the floor of a toilet stall in the hotel where they spent New Year’s Eve in Thailand. The following lines of bullshit were scrawled on a menu from one the hotel restaurant:
As we go into 2007,
it feels like we’re in heaven.
Pete wearing his black hat
and Kate in white silk.
The next day saw the ambiguous ceremony, followed by the denial by Kate’s publicist about Jan 1st marriage/non-marriage ceremony, and then Pete The Confused confirmed the marriage. By now most of us have accepted that Kate was smart enough to not sign away half her fortune to a junkie.
Pete still appears to be quite puzzled, for at a London gig this past weekend, he issued another announcement:
I’m never getting married. I don’t believe in it. Kate and I are in love – I worship her – but we’re not going down the aisle. I’m happy the way it is. You know, we’re committed. I’m really off the drugs and I’m feeling positive.
As Doherty followers and detractors alike realize, any statement that includes Pete declaring himself to be drug free must certainly be completely false. Thus, it won’t surprise me if he states tomorrow that the marriage is back on. Whatever.
Following the aforementioned gig, Pete was a passenger in a high-speed car chase through East London. At 5am on Saturday morning, when police tried to pull over the vehicle in which Pete was travelling, the driver made the fortuitous decision to just drive faster. When the car finally stopped, Doherty fled, but his junkie lungs just wouldn’t carry him far enough, and an eyewitness describes the arrest:
He looked a bit like a puppy caught in the headlights. He looked over towards us but didn’t really seem to be with it and looked like he was staring straight through us.
Doherty was later released from jail without being charged and did not spend the night. As per the usual routine, Scotland Yard said that no further action would come of this arrest.
Better luck next time.
