Who the hell is Kate Moss?

Bah. What a joke. Can't even open a glossy without seeing her crooked look. Bah. And tonight. Going to see my beloved Pete Doherty playing with his not-too-great-but-ok Babyshambles at Brixton Academy. I love Pete. His long and restless figure dressed in a sleek gray suit, a thin tie and his very typical trillby hat, swaying around on the stage. Amazing he even turned up. Must have been because he heard that I was coming. So there we were, having a great night together, love forever, not only fuck forever... (their one and only hit), but suddently there is a cloud shadowing the sun. Like a little fairy, impossible to hear, she turns up in an almost identical outfit as him and sings with him. Bah. Waste of space. Pete is mine.

Get lost baby.