A duet that sounds like it was thown together (which is probably was) in which Carl Barat and Pete Doherty accuse each other of being responsible for the break-up of the band.
It's hard watching Pete kill himself because in spite of his drug problems and the shady characters he hangs around with, he's retained a wonderful innocence and a unique world view.
Musicians with habits are two a penny, but this story is unfolding weekly in the music press and it's probably going to end with his body being wheeled out from some squalid London flat.
