In fact, it’s so uninventive that I’ve just copy and pasted my way through it. However, on my copy and paste journey, I did find something that you may, or may not, be interested in. Below are some extracts from Mr Doherty's diary whilst he was banged up in the slammer.
All this seems fine; however, it would be nice if he concentrated on making some new music with Babyshambles. Or even better, The Libertines.
‘The story starts here with a slap in the mush from some unsympathetic magistrate. I’m banged up in Pentonville with more than a tailor’s dozen charges on me tail. God knows why: the band should be smashing up the Toon, Glasgae and Shepherd’s Bush this weekend and instead I’m birded off on remand after a slow clucking duck walk (sitting too) through the bowels of Bethnal Green nick, Thames magistrates and now da ‘ville. Innit bleeding marvellous?’
'I see paint-cracked walls stained with shite
long long lock-up days
Cold lonely nights
And I think to myself … what a wonderful world
I see men touching fists
Saying ‘watcha bruv’
screams from below
Shit parcels from above
And I think to myself …
I see my true love
On a Rimmel advert’
'For my own sake – because it feels like they have the power to cut off my head – I must become a hero, organise my life and obtain from it what they deny me. If I live, in order to continue to live with myself, I must have more talent than the most exquisite poet. These people can only put up with tamed heroes – they don’t know about heroism.’
‘The story starts here with a slap in the mush from some unsympathetic magistrate. I’m banged up in Pentonville with more than a tailor’s dozen charges on me tail. God knows why: the band should be smashing up the Toon, Glasgae and Shepherd’s Bush this weekend and instead I’m birded off on remand after a slow clucking duck walk (sitting too) through the bowels of Bethnal Green nick, Thames magistrates and now da ‘ville. Innit bleeding marvellous?’
'I see paint-cracked walls stained with shite
long long lock-up days
Cold lonely nights
And I think to myself … what a wonderful world
I see men touching fists
Saying ‘watcha bruv’
screams from below
Shit parcels from above
And I think to myself …
I see my true love
On a Rimmel advert’
'For my own sake – because it feels like they have the power to cut off my head – I must become a hero, organise my life and obtain from it what they deny me. If I live, in order to continue to live with myself, I must have more talent than the most exquisite poet. These people can only put up with tamed heroes – they don’t know about heroism.’
