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Five years ago Peter Doherty's career was at a pinnacle of success - He had broken with his successful band The Libertines and achieved success a second time around with the appropriately named Babyshambles and again as a solo artist/musician.
He was dating the world's top Super Model Kate Moss, had somehow cracked the Art world with the storming triumph of his notorious blood-paintings. His confessional journals "THE BOOKS OF ALBION" was in the best-seller lists.
Even his short spells at Her Majesty's Pleasure had yielded the as-yet unpublished Prison Diaries and placed him in the wake of his heroes poets Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud and Jean Genet giving him a credibility as yet unmatched by any Rock n Roll or literary contemporaries.
In a relatively short career he had played a barnstorming set at Glastonbury and for many was the highlight of the festival. He had achieved the distinction of many of his records being banned by the BBC. A habitue of the world's top detox clinics and Crown courts he nonetheless was the darling of debutantes, aristocrats and Swindon crack dealers simultaneously. He resided in a nine bedroom 18th Century mansion in the depths of Wiltshire surrounded by vintage Jaguar cars up on bricks with their wheels missing and from this for his unfailing promotion and patronage of their high margin consumer products. grand property plotted assignations with the tender flowers of the landed gentry often within the very grounds of their exclusive boarding schools. He was the nightmare vision of head-mistresses up and down the land.
he managed the almost inconceivable feat of being darling of The Poetry Society, BBC 2 and Radio 4 producers, Crack dealers from HarlesdenCriminal gangs from Glasgow, Manchester and London clasped him to their very bosom. He occupies territories of almost inconceivable unreconcilability. One might indeed deduce that the adoption of such perversely opposing principles as readership of the Times Literary Supplement and adornment on the side of his neck with the name of his eldest and beloved son Astile until one is reminded by his almost totemic adoption of rosary beads that he is of course a Roman Catholic.
Amongst this plethora of opposing qualities and achievements it is of course forgivable to be remiss of the information that he possesses in the opinion of many otherwise sane individuals many fine and redeemable qualities. He is without doubt a prolific and gifted songwriter and poet with compositions such as fuck for ever, banned by the bbc yet thought gifted sufficiently to visit st peterberg as ambassador of the british council,. he has been known to quote unaided from memory entire passages fom James Joyces Ulysses At concerts wher the audience has been invited to engage in a stage invasion he has sanctified procedings with a recitation of the Lord's prayer. . His painting and drawing has convinced some who claim a knowledge of fine art to spend up to £35,000 on one of his canvases. The British press then did what they do best - they built him (and super waif Kate) up to an impossible height and then proceed to knock him right back down.
He was dating the world's top Super Model Kate Moss, had somehow cracked the Art world with the storming triumph of his notorious blood-paintings. His confessional journals "THE BOOKS OF ALBION" was in the best-seller lists.
Even his short spells at Her Majesty's Pleasure had yielded the as-yet unpublished Prison Diaries and placed him in the wake of his heroes poets Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud and Jean Genet giving him a credibility as yet unmatched by any Rock n Roll or literary contemporaries.
In a relatively short career he had played a barnstorming set at Glastonbury and for many was the highlight of the festival. He had achieved the distinction of many of his records being banned by the BBC. A habitue of the world's top detox clinics and Crown courts he nonetheless was the darling of debutantes, aristocrats and Swindon crack dealers simultaneously. He resided in a nine bedroom 18th Century mansion in the depths of Wiltshire surrounded by vintage Jaguar cars up on bricks with their wheels missing and from this for his unfailing promotion and patronage of their high margin consumer products. grand property plotted assignations with the tender flowers of the landed gentry often within the very grounds of their exclusive boarding schools. He was the nightmare vision of head-mistresses up and down the land.
he managed the almost inconceivable feat of being darling of The Poetry Society, BBC 2 and Radio 4 producers, Crack dealers from HarlesdenCriminal gangs from Glasgow, Manchester and London clasped him to their very bosom. He occupies territories of almost inconceivable unreconcilability. One might indeed deduce that the adoption of such perversely opposing principles as readership of the Times Literary Supplement and adornment on the side of his neck with the name of his eldest and beloved son Astile until one is reminded by his almost totemic adoption of rosary beads that he is of course a Roman Catholic.
Amongst this plethora of opposing qualities and achievements it is of course forgivable to be remiss of the information that he possesses in the opinion of many otherwise sane individuals many fine and redeemable qualities. He is without doubt a prolific and gifted songwriter and poet with compositions such as fuck for ever, banned by the bbc yet thought gifted sufficiently to visit st peterberg as ambassador of the british council,. he has been known to quote unaided from memory entire passages fom James Joyces Ulysses At concerts wher the audience has been invited to engage in a stage invasion he has sanctified procedings with a recitation of the Lord's prayer. . His painting and drawing has convinced some who claim a knowledge of fine art to spend up to £35,000 on one of his canvases. The British press then did what they do best - they built him (and super waif Kate) up to an impossible height and then proceed to knock him right back down.
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