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Interviewer: And that was another friend you lost too...
Peter Doherty: I think she would have wanted me at her funeral. It's a personal feeling of grief that I've never had the chance to see through. I'm made to feel like I'm not her friend, which I was. She came to The Libertines' gig at The Forum. That was one of the last nights we spent together. We came back to the hotel and she stayed all night. At one point it was me, her and Carl having a little sing-song, and it was all good, you know? Although she was a raging drunk, and kept insisting that she was in The Libertines. We could just step back and do lead and rhythm and she could sing.
Interviewer: That would have been great. Was none of this a wake-up call about your lifestyle?
Peter Doherty: Well, going to jail was. But no, not really. When Amy died, I was sat in a room in Camden Town, not able to leave, basically wallowing in my own filth. Literally knee-deep in shit. Literally not being able to move. I couldn't speak, couldn't see anyone, I couldn't pick up a guitar, and when I did pick up the guitar, it was woeful ballads about how Amy wouldn't be coming round tonight. It wasn't a very inspiring time.