Jul 22, 2023
PETE DOHERTY IS INNOCENT (AND SO IS ALAN WASS)
Graphic made in response to the lawsuit filmmaker Max Carlish (Stalking Pete Doherty, 2005) filed against rockstar Pete Doherty on charges of assault and theft.
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PETE DOHERTY IS INNOCENT (AND SO IS ALAN WASS)
Graphic made in response to the lawsuit filmmaker Max Carlish (Stalking Pete Doherty, 2005) filed against rockstar Pete Doherty on charges of assault and theft.
The story of Alan Wass saving Peter from a punch-up in a 24 hr shop, told in A Likely Lad via a ghostwriter vs a typewritten version posted to twitter in 2016 or thereabouts.
A Likely Lad transcript:
I was in a newsagent in Camden Town one night, two in the morning, and I was a bit drunk and got into some argument with these five Somali lads, and they started attacking me, and Alan came out of nowhere - he had a big hat on, long coat, swept them all up in his arms and put them through the window of this all-night shop.
Typewritten 2016 transcript [First part from a screenshotted video, the rest from twitter posts]:
Alan Wass contributions to Albion personel personal safety No. 3 'The 'onegreat push for Arcady' incident of 2005 (?) It was about 4 a.m. And myself and Alan were the survivors of a 3 days expedition into urban intoxication. Our research had taken us as far as the Camden Town end of Kentish Town road and in a newsagents/ refreshments bordago we exchanged strange burring noises as I showed him a recent copy of the now defunct music magazine the NME... I was the subject of an interview and review in that weeks edition and as such I held the well-known periodical for dramaticeffect. A group of 4 or 5 Somalian hoodlums entered the shop at that moment, and the sensor device above the door announced each of the chaps' arrival ith a little analogue 'ding' ok people ...before I continue with this rip-roaring yarn, I want you to try and guess (a la 'question of Sport') What Happens next
Alan was taken with them menacing posturing of the Somalian boys.. he knew one of them and began passing round a bottle of screwtop wine he hadnt paid for yet The shopkeeper just stared , his trigger finger near the alarm [Illegible] One of the boys looked at me, his head tilted to one side. O I'm adorning this visit to the mise en whatsit, ..the truth is..all I remember is one of the lads insisting that he knew me ..but couldn't place me ..then he saw the NME cover, and blinked with what could have passed for innocence in that awful harsh light I have already gone on about, trying desperately to capture here the seedy illumination in that place, in all these places. A row of bulging, explicit figures jostled for pornographic attention on the shabby top shelf. I was distracted for a second by 'classic cock monthly', which was cleverly designed to resemble the vintage automob-ile magazine . I wondered if there were copyright issues, and was slapped out of this odd thought by a sharp blow to the side of the head. My hat flew off, and the NME front cover came apart a I crashed against the racks of papers. all Albions monthlies and weeklies and tv guides and spankmags..the hat that I was wearing on the NME cover was now perfectly fitted on a photograph of a top-heavy lass with a saddle under one arm . chaos. I threw a punch at the face At that point I dodged a kic k, but was jumped from behind of my attacker and fell under a battering of kickc and clobbering.. Here's where it happen'd
and I see it clearly in my sometimes muddled memory Alan – in striped trousers tucked into huge riding boots – ran into the cluster of boys – scooped them all up in his arms and ran them through the glass doors of the shop front. He somehow was collosal, suddenly appeared 20 foot tall. They lay shocked in the broken glass, and mostly scattered, one of them stood up and screamed abuse at us but Alan's face – scaring even me – cast a spell on him. He visibly crumbled and ran off as sirens w ailed in all directions. It was like seeing a mother hen collecting her chicks he had this superhuman strength in him.. and I know that exageration colours these type of anecdotes, but I also know what happened... And that's what happened.. scooped them up and dashed them out and down and fucked them off. Be-jaysus
Pete and Alan.
Happy Birthday Alan Wass x