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Friday Night With Jonathan Ross
Sunday, 9 July 2006 02:54Ironically, I was fast asleep when Jonathan was on on Friday night at ten thirty five, but I caught the twenty to one am repeat.
Pete Doherty was the guest, along with Dominic Monaghan and impressionist Jon Culshaw.
I've said a lot about Pete down the months and probably now years. I stand by most of it- he's decidedly so-so in the musicianship department, his voice is NOTHING special, but watching him, apparently clean, trying to talk and explain himself... for someone supposedly so intelligent and well-read, he comes across as either off his head or really fucking stupid or entirely inarticulate.
I've never pitied and reviled someone so much and both at the same time. I want him so badly to survive so he can give the world the finger.
Most of all, I want him to live so his poor fucking fans don't end up like me, empty, sad shells of humans crying out for their uncaring heroes at half one in the morning like their hearts will break.
You've heard this story from me before. The anniversary on Monday didn't get me, but I've been calling for Jimbo tonight. He does like to keep me on my toes, I suppose.
I hope Peter lives, because I couldn't bear for his fans to feel like this- unloved, abandoned, reviled. I imagine Jimmy is up in heaven mocking me now, or even worse, ignoring me. I miss my boy, but I doubt he misses me. I can't hardly stand it.
ETA: he said on JR that he's twenty seven. That doesn't give him much time if Magic Twenty Seven still holds its odd and mystical power.
Pete Doherty was the guest, along with Dominic Monaghan and impressionist Jon Culshaw.
I've said a lot about Pete down the months and probably now years. I stand by most of it- he's decidedly so-so in the musicianship department, his voice is NOTHING special, but watching him, apparently clean, trying to talk and explain himself... for someone supposedly so intelligent and well-read, he comes across as either off his head or really fucking stupid or entirely inarticulate.
I've never pitied and reviled someone so much and both at the same time. I want him so badly to survive so he can give the world the finger.
Most of all, I want him to live so his poor fucking fans don't end up like me, empty, sad shells of humans crying out for their uncaring heroes at half one in the morning like their hearts will break.
You've heard this story from me before. The anniversary on Monday didn't get me, but I've been calling for Jimbo tonight. He does like to keep me on my toes, I suppose.
I hope Peter lives, because I couldn't bear for his fans to feel like this- unloved, abandoned, reviled. I imagine Jimmy is up in heaven mocking me now, or even worse, ignoring me. I miss my boy, but I doubt he misses me. I can't hardly stand it.
ETA: he said on JR that he's twenty seven. That doesn't give him much time if Magic Twenty Seven still holds its odd and mystical power.