End of a shambles

Randomly stab a bloody syringe into a tabloid paper these days, and the chances are you’ll skewer at least five pics of my favourite dishevelled rock star, Mr. Peter Doherty. Despite officially making drugs look even less cool than when that idiot from Keane pretended he had a coke addiction but really went to a diet camp for a few weeks, I have a soft spot for Pete.

So I was rather distressed with the news of late. No, not the amusing images of him lighting up on the first day of the smoking ban, it seems that they’ve actually got some genuine Pete news today.

As the piles of blood portraits, guitars and pianos being hurriedly carried into a van outside Kate’s London pad shows, it seems that the rock star-loving pin-up has kicked Pete out for good. No reports on how many kilos of cocaine and heroin the movers transported, but it was likely enough to get the poor saps offed by Colombian kingpins. Now Pete is said to be crashing in a caravan park in North London (pictured here).

Of course, nothing is certain in the world of these two, and I wouldn’t be too surprised if they were papped canoodling in some trendy spot before the end of the week. But with Pete, according to newspaper reports, cheating on Kate with another model (cheating on a model with a model, alright for some, eh?) and being forced into rehab after his latest court appearance, there does seem to be an edge of the “final” to the whole shebang.

And I must say I’m upset. Heck, the two have dated off and on for two years, forming a great, perpetually drugged-up couple in PeteMoss.

But no longer, it seems. Gentlemen of rock ‘n’ roll beware – the tiger is loose!