Babyshambles fairly flaky

Having seen Pete Doherty et al last night, I have to say I still can’t see what the fuss is. A fairly two-bob singer staggering round the stage either a bit fucked or just pretending to be a bit fucked, but either way, he doesn’t really have the looks, charisma or stage presence to justify the hero-worshipping cult around him.

The music was nothing special and the performance adequate.

I have thought a lot about it and come to the conclusion that people love him because in this current world of plastic pop and manufactured bands he seems to be the only guy living an old-school rock ‘n’ roll life – shooting up, doing time for stealing his mates stuff to buy smack, dating a supermodel etc.

I think this appeals to today’s youth – through him they can live the rock dream.

It certainly was fun watching them watch the band. Scores of people crowd surfing and people scaling the walls to get a better view. A seething mosh pit, surged back and forth in front of the stage and bouncers pulling crushed bodies from the front.

At one stage PD threw the microphone into the crowd. Someone grabbed it and shouted ‘Peter, play for me. Pete you are the king of this generation’. Quite good, but I would have done a Delia, ‘Where are you? Let’s be ‘aving yer’ before the tide of excited teens sucked the mike down into the depths, to be lost forever. Or until it appears on eBay tomorrow!