Shall we clash?
BBC is starting a show on Rock Legends. 'Seven parts' they say. Begins with Hendrix, and so of course he appears on the trailer, and segues into Dylan, All Along The Watchtower, natch.
Johnny approves of this, of course, and is enraptured to see the Pistols, Ramones, Clash follow on. Marvellous, another pointless yet enjoyable trip through some heavy rock fantastic. Pixies Sir? Serendipity, my friend!
Then, as JC sits down, brew in hand, for some demographic obedience, who hoves into view?
Doherty. Not Tommy, friends, but Pete. Now I'll accept the lad has pretentions, drugs and a girlfriend (or boy breasted skeleton) but really. The man need to 'take the shame' for reasons like:
1. Smearing the good name of Easyjet with his bloody toilet - needle mishaps. Christ knows what he'd do on an Easy Cruise.
2. Being a shit father, one assumes with confidence.
3. Wearing hats too much.
4. Mocking the good name of charity with his crappy appearance at that LiveAid thing. Although there are probably villages in Columbia finally getting clean water thanks to BabyDoc's purchasing power.
My Gran smoked all her life and is still alive at 88. Doherty is sort of the drugs equivalent, cocking a pork pie hatted snook at the idea that drugs are very bad, and will kill you and all that. What doesn't hurt you, eh Pete!
I suggest he does the only thing proper. Team up with another posh wannabee who wishes to join the pantheon of greats, who is hailed in all media and can do no wrong. They can wear those fetching Emperor's new clothes.
Hail to the thieves.
Step forward David Cameron.
Can't stand them now...
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