Lately, Pete has been passing himself off as some sort of advice maven for recovering junkies and people in bad relationships (thereby earning the undying hatred of Amy Winehouse’s father). Now, in yet another demonstration of his vise-like grip on reality, Pete may be planning to run the London marathon.

The rather shaky premise here is that Ralph Bernard, Pete’s friend and former landlord, has been encouraging the pasty-skinned toxic waste dump to go running as a way to work off the pounds he’s gained in rehab. Somehow Pete didn’t fall over and die after the first fifty yards, and he’s gone running a few times since. Bernard is in fact a marathoner, which has led to speculation that Pete might be training for the 2008 London marathon. A spokesman for Babyshambles has said, “There is some truth to this—you never know what could happen.” In other words, the spokesman is dicking with the press. Doherty’s finely honed physical condition was highlighted at last night’s Babyshambles concert, where he lasted through eight songs before vomiting and passing out backstage. Even if he stays clean, Pete’s 2008 probably won’t look much like a sports documentary. More like the withdrawal scenes from Trainspotting and The Basketball Diaries, I’m thinking, set on endless replay for twelve solid months.