pete doherty
I’m getting forgetful in my old age. Yesterday’s post on “scary-things” missed the big one: Pete Doherty.
Pete (I believe I can call him that, we’d be on first-name terms if we ever met) is the 21st century equivalent of the boogie man. Tell your naughty children if they don’t play nicely they’ll turn into this:
That’ll put them on the straight and narrow.
All of this goes some way to explaining how disappointing this news is:
Pete to run a marathon
If he does run a marathon, and presumably quits the ciggies, crack, smack, booze, eccies, Maccas, dope, mince pies and Kate Moss, what will we have left to scare our kiddies with?
Amy Winehouse? Santa Clause? Phillip Ruddock? Hey, that might work.
Update
If you have teenage daughters, there’s always this:
Britney’s 16 year-old sister pregnant
You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t tie her legs together.
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Someone told him there was a 42km white line down the middle and I think he misunderstood. Alternatively maybe he heard about the runners high and thought “haven’t tried that one yet”, he’ll be pretty disappointed when he realises at the first drink station that all he is going to get is gatorade.
I think the phrase “Train Wreck” was coined specfically to describe Amy W, honey, get yourself to rehab, yes yes yes
PD running a marathon - I think not.
Mr and Mrs Spears must be so darn proud, assuming the father isn’t her first cousin of course.