Pete Doherty is now renting his former home of Lord Justice Wright of Durley. Apparently, the estate didn’t run a credit check on Doherty, who is chronically broke due to his drug spending habits, and Pete is fully expected to deliver a rent of about $6,000 per month.
The sprawling nine-bedroom, 3000- a-month mansion is in a sleepy village near Marlborough in Wiltshire. A worried neighbour of the singer, who narrowly avoided jail last month, said: “The judge would turn in his grave to think Doherty has moved in.”
Lord Justice Wright, who sentenced 12 Nazis to death during the Nuremberg Trials, would not appreciate the irony of this situation. Pete probably giggles at the thought as he tightens his tourniquet for the fifth time on any given day.
In other Doherty-related news, a part-time roadie dished to Holy Moly on what it’s like to haul Pete around:
Man of the people Pete insisted on sitting up front with the driver like an excited child, then threw a hissy fit after the mole told him that he couldn’t smoke his crack pipe. Despite the mole’s warning, Doherty continued to play with the pipe and edge his lighter towards it surreptitiously.
Eventually, the mole lost patience, pulled over and threatened to eject the bloated slug, before asking:
“Listen, you’re clearly not an uneducated man. You’re bright. So tell me, why are you such a c**t?”
Oddly, Britain’s premier wordsmith was lost for words and spent the rest of the journey staring out of the window and sighing noisily like a teenager denied internet access for a week.
Yeah, and now this guy lives in Lord Justice Wright’s former home. Justice really is blind.
