Hallelujah!

Jesus was, apparently, not successful in snuffing out Peter's spirit.

Babyshambles spent Friday and Saturday night in Sweden. Pete, just a few days out of detox, was fined for having cocaine in his system (let us pause here to sigh heavily, shake our heads in sad disbelief, & fight the urge to, as one fan threatened, become James Blunt fans).

But the band managed to performed two suitably chaotic and messy shows. Praise!



Management cut the power, but Pete wanted to keep performing.



He fell off the stage onto the shards of glass from the lights he had broken with the mic stand just moments earlier.



And left with two beautiful, albeit obligatory swedish groupies.



Newspaper reports lead one to believe Pete was completely out of his head. But fans (including one who uploaded cell-phone video footage as proof) reported that he looked surprisingly well.

But as with anything involving him, one just never knows what the truth is.

All we know for sure is that, at this moment, Pete Doherty, in all his disheveled, unhygienic glory, lives. And his story continues marching inexorably toward it's inescapable conclusion, handily keeping us all on the edge of our clean, comfortable seats, riveted and horrified.
Bless him.