Peter Doherty, other than appearing in these piccies while performing at his mate’s birthday celebration at the Boogaloo, has been keeping a rather low profile of late. However, news coverage for his past controversies continue and probably always will, that is, until Doherty actually loses all his teefs and morphs into Shane MacGowan.

Some of you mates will remember the mysterious death of actor Mark Bianco, which occurred at the so-called “death flat” party attended by Pete Doherty. We first covered the incident here and followed later developments, including a confession by publicity whore & alleged bodyguard-minder Johnny “Headlock” Jeannevol. Upon the second anniversary of Bianco’s death, this case remains open. Scotland Yard had first recorded an open verdict on what happened and later, upon the coroner’s recommendation, reopened the investigation due to conflicting evidence. Still, no charges have been filed:

Scotland Yard confirmed this week that the Met’s Homicide and Specialist Crime Review group has studied the case and was making recommendations which officers are still pursuing. A final report is to be passed to the coroner.

December will mark the second anniversary of Mark’s death after he fell from the balcony at Paul Roundhill’s flat in Romford Street, Whitechapel.

Scotland Yard revealed this week there were still no changes in connection with the case. They are studying recommendations by the specialist crime review group.

Bloody hell, if they’re stupid enough to throw out Johnny Headlock’s confession, Scotland yard will do absolutely nothing about Bianco’s death after two years. Meanwhile, there’s also a bizarre story in which some bloke named Nick Dixon actually thanks Pete Doherty for giving him the big break he needed to rise from lowly errand boy to GMTV news reporter:

I am grateful to Pete Doherty for getting my break at GMTV. I was sent to Stirling where he was doing a gig. I spent six hours in the rain before he came out. He spat at me and we got it all on film. The next night he threw a bottle of beer all over the camera.

Supposedly, Dixon went on to interview, in one week, Robert De Niro, Al Pacino, Ben Stiller, and Jack Black. So, Pete spat and threw beer upon him, and that made him a successful reporter? If that’s the case, then I’d like to know the fates of the photogs that Doherty doused with ketchup, ice cold water, and raw eggs. By now, those blokes should be in charge of the BBC, mates.