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Pete Doherty's diaries are to be published, Kurt-style (well, ish: it's not like Pete's dead yet), in March next year.
The Orion Publishing Group are no doubt salivating at the potential sales figures; despite their enthusiasm for the project, though, Doherty himself did not show up at the press conference-slash-launch for the book, leaving commissioning editor Ian Preece to announce the details.
Doherty was, apparently, watching the Holland against Argentina match. We did that, too. Preece, speaking at the Boogaloo in Highgate, said Doherty's preference for football was "rock and roll". If he was as bored as we were, he'd have more likely rolled onto his side and fallen asleep.The hardback book - a compilation of 20-odd journals - will follow Doherty's rise to fame, through The Libertines and that other band he's allegedly in, Kate Moss and all that drug nonsense. Thing is, don't we already know this shit? Not entirely, so says Mr Preece:
"From the early books a fascinating and very entertaining picture emerges of the young poet, broke in London, serving popcorn at the Prince Charles Cinema, dreaming of creating a band infused with the 'spirit of Albion'.
"Some of it is quite funny. But some of it is very, very dark. All of it is incredibly readable. It is intimate and honest stuff and a complete antidote to a lot of what you might have read about him."
Doherty has released a statement about the book, saying that he'd always wanted to have his words published. Me too, Pete, me too... shame the Mr Men guys weren't keen on the adventures of Mr Smackhead.
