Credit: Marilena Borgna

Indie uber twat Pete Doherty was released from prison a few days back with a 12 month community order for generally being a Junkie Driver. The Judge smacked his wrists and ordered Pete to take part in a drug rehabilitaion program and that he would face prison unless he attended.  Lying on Channel 4 News he said he was "not that much of a junkie anyway". Compared to who? or what? Like saying Peter Sutcliff wasn't much of a ripper. I am a little confused about this: are implants given to mild cases then? is it usual to put septic ones back in when they fall out, like a dropped smartie?  

'My name is Pete and I am a Junkie', surely that is the first realisation you need to come to, why don't you stop writing pretenous self pitying pieces in the bleeding liberal Guardian littered with crap poetry and go actually recover.  Such a cunt.

Anyway the Petes Diary continues

Thursday night, the same day as his sentence he consoled himself with by playing up at the local boozer in a surprise show, then appeared on stage late on friday night at Koko. Like a little Junkie musical pixie turning up at North Londons Indie Haunts.

At Koko though, if I am not mistaken he was on stage with some decidely shady characters, it wasn't the ten foot tall rasta on stage that gave me concern, but rather gangly Junkie friendly Wolfman. If I am not mistaken he is the rotten apple that turns batches bad. And hanging around with him and some random phone calling minder. This all strikes me as the behaviour of a man still clouded with a heavy weight on his shoulder.

Pete get away from london, get away from attention... get away from bad people, do the community service, get professional help, listen to Dot, then come back with a clear head and tell us your not going to use drugs anymore.