C'mon, really. Do you expect anything more (or less) from such a trainwreck?
Ugh. Brush your teeth. Your breath smells like ass.
Pete Doherty truly has the luck of the devil. Homeboy can get arrested five times a week holding ten different drugs and not do a minute of jail time. He can't show up for shows and can't focus long enough to record an album, but has a following among the UK pub crowd. Kate even landed him a modeling gig so maybe he can stop hooking money out of her purse. All that, and what does he do to say thank you?
Oh, simply disappear for a few days and shack up with a twenty-something model in a very indiscreet manner. Pete and the young miss in question were openly snuggling and making out ... eww, how can anyone kiss that thing? It must be like kissing a bag of worms. Dead, smelly worms.
Kate is said to be devastated. I could never figure out what she sees in him, but she's been smitten with him and threatening to marry his decrepit ass for the longest time. Thankfully, she seems to have put her foot down this time. She packed up all his smelly s**t and put it on the curb for rubbish pick-up, and even changed the locks on the London flat she was kind enough to share with him.
Let's hope Kate sticks to her guns this time. Pete was wearing her down and wearing her out - she's looked a bit weathered lately. I hope she decides to devote her time and energy to being a mother. Let Pete go back to being a rent boy for his drug money. Boy whore fits him much better than loving husband ever will.
