Once again poor wee peter doherty is in court on another drugs charge. Dohertys solicitor - " I am aware that the court understands that this is mr Doherty's 57th drug offence thismorning, but i honestly believe what is best for him is that he go's home & has a sleep, a wash and something to eat before going out to get wasted again, instead of a custodial sentence". Sheriff - "Before i hand out your sentence, have you got anything to say for yourself young man"? Doherty - "F##k all" Sheriff - "What did he just say"? Prosecution - "He said F##k all your honour" Sheriff - "That's strange, i could of sworn i seen his lips move"