Police confirmed today that dough-faced trouble magnet Pete Doherty was attacked over the weekend, reportedly by a drug dealer who wholloped the dislikeable mumbler for not taking up his offer of drugs.
Yup, just a mere week after HouseWine's
dad biffed him in the face, a dealer - who probably took one look at Sad Sack and thought "that'll pay for Christmas" - landed one on old twat features when he snubbed his offer of the local Class A delicacies.
The dealer reportedly said to him, "You should get your gear from me," at the Sun Inn in Whiltshire before punching him in the face.
"It was horrible. Pete was really shaken up and upset. He had been enjoying a quiet pint on his own, just him and his cat, and went out
to make a phone call.
"Pete has never seen this bloke before, he just attacked him for no reason."
Obviously violence is bad etc but maybe the police are overlooking the fact that this dealer fella might have heard one of Pete's albums. That's a reason for punching him.
Or maybe he was just one of the millions of people in this country who detest the putrid little weasel for smacking up all over the shop, then poetising it every bloody week.
Just a thought.
(And what's with taking your cat to the pub for a pint?)