Pete Doherty is such a wanker. When his car ran out of gasoline on Camden Road in North London, he hailed a cab at 1:30am. Cab driver Roland Andrews drove Pete to Kate’s flat in St John’s Wood, and then the party really started:

“He was up there for five minutes and comes rushing out with some belongings including a battered suitcase, an empty picture frame and his guitar.

“Then all of a sudden Kate comes running out in her skimpy nightdress and hurls a glass at my cab. She was screaming all sorts at him and Pete shouted at me to head for the Cotswolds to get as far away from her as possible.

“As I started driving he tried to explain the ruckus, saying, ‘Women trouble. I’ve messed up my life. I’ve messed up with everyone around me.’ Then he started going on about how he’ll be getting another implant to stop the drugs having an effect on him and turn his life around.

“By the time we got to Kate’s house in the Cotswolds it was 4.30am and I told him the fare was £250, but he suddenly announced that he only had £100 on him. He was pretty apologetic and told me I should contact his accountant for the rest as he didn’t have a cashpoint card or anything. He asked me to help him unload his stuff into Kate’s house and then he said, ‘If there’s anything here you want then help yourself to it. The missus won’t mind.”

The cabbie declined to steal Kate’s things, so Pete reportedly wrapped his arms around the poor bloke and promised that his accountant would pay the rest of the fare. Not surpisingly, the accountant told him to bugger off, but surely, the tabloid has paid him quite nicely for this lovely story.

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