Pete Doherty's allegedly clean nose has become a target for the fists of drug dealers, one of whom reportedly took a swing at the once-and-future junkie over the weekend.
The unfortunate incident, which has been confirmed by police, happened at a pub where Pete was having a drink in the company of his cat (the same one he gives crack to?). This dude reportedly walked up to Pete, said, "You should get your gear from me," and let the befuddled rock star have it. A source said:
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.
Well no, the bloke did not attack Pete "for no reason" - he clearly expressed his reason for attacking Pete when he said "you should get your gear from me." And he didn't mean spelunking gear either. He wasn't suggesting Pete should take a few caribiners and lengths of nylon cord off his hands. We all know Pete doesn't spelunk anymore, not since he stopped going out with Kate Moss. Now he dates women with normal-sized vaginas.
I sort of feel sorry for Pete now. Obviously, the dude has become a target for every random wacko. He can't even go to the pub and abuse his cat with alcohol anymore without some sicko deciding to take a swing at him. He's like the gunfighters in the old Westerns who always have to watch their backs cause some turd with a six-shooter might try to make a name for himself by cutting them down. There's some nut out there right now bragging to his junkie friends that he punched Pete Doherty in the face, and they're like, "Wow. That must've been tough. Him not having any reflexes left and all..."
(source)
