Author: suchasinistergame

I remember playing with Dirty Pretty Things at an old theatre, like the inside of a chocolate box, in Paris, probably towards the end of everything. Peter was in the city, and we still weren’t properly talking to each other, but like a lot of estranged ‘couples’, we were texting. He texted to say he wanted to come to the show and, naturally, I panicked, scanning our set list to see what Libertines songs we were doing. ‘I Get Along’ was in the running order, and all through the show I was searching the crowd for him, while giving it all I had. He’d never seen us before and I was incredibly nervous. I wanted to make an impression. He was up in the Royal Box, which was exactly the place where I should have thought to look for him, of course. When it came to the last song, we announced that we would love Peter to join us to play ‘I Get Along’. The place went absolutely mental, and then there was a long, unwinding moment when it transpired that Peter had left the venue five minutes before which was both embarrassing and confusing.