It's a happy Londonist who can still say he's not certain who Pete Doherty is and has never heard a single strain of his music. The selection of his prison 'writing' that the Guardian ran a week or so ago was enough to make eyes bleed and start dry retching convulsions. Yet the little bastard is set on raising his profile by getting arrested as many times as possible. This time he's been fingered for stealing a car. Oh, and possessing class A drugs of course.
This is getting out of hand, so rather that go on again about what a sad little git he is we'll hand you over to Mr Warren Ellis (yes, that one):