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He is a man with his share of problems and I just want to say that at the time all this took place he really was not very well.
Well, yeah. Pretty clearly... and at this point you have to ask how the Hell he got himself into that situation. Rather like the truly excruciating fanfic about the experience, which achieved the near-impossible feat, if only very briefly, of making me feel sorry for Pete Doherty.
On the plus side, it's goood to hear he is feeling better now. Possibly humiliating oneself in front of the nation by making a documentary in which one humiliates oneself in front of Pete Doherty is a good way to achieve closure.
Flybs - I think I get what you mean, here - that, confronted with one of their idols, many Barbeloids would behave in an equally cringemaking way, and it's only circumstance that happpened to inflict it on Carlish. I can see that, but we're into the interesting question of where being a fan ends and being a crazed fan begins, and also of how a particular obsession begins and takes over - the most interesting thing about the article, for me, was the "If I was gay, I'd say I had a crush on him. I'm not gay. But I did have a bit of a crush on him" bit - perhaps the ways that men get to admire other men if sexualisation is verboten _are_ disfunctional. There's certainly something a bit sweaty and hormonal about the way some people around here react to my beautiful and perfect fiancé, George. |
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