random acts of senseless beauty

Stalking Pete Doherty.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more disturbing in my life*. And the drug-addled pop start seemed one of the sanest, if most tragic, people in the whole mess.
*that is… other than those Crazy Frog adverts. They scare me.

On Saturday night I went out with Ruth & Emma, to a party in a bar near Baker Street. It was a great night out, spending time with friends I haven’t seen for a while, and topped off by the strangest coincidence.
I was standing at the bar, ordering drinks, when I glance [...]