ANOTHER WEEK, ANOTHER 'BIDDING WAR': Those of you without anything much important to carry round in your brains might recall a couple of weeks ago poetry publishers were said to be excitedly fighting each other for the right to publish Pete Doherty's poetry. Oddly, even before the ghost of TS Eliot has had the chance to appear in press conference announcing Faber's intention to join the fray, we're now told that there's an equal desire amongst publishers to get the rights for Doherty's prison diaries.

This latter-day Ballad of Reading Gaol (sorry, that was Jeffrey 'Lying Tory Peer' Archer who grabbed that honour, wasn't it?) was apparently compiled over the three months that Doherty spent in prison successfully beating drugs. The Sun seems convinced there's a big battle for the honour of publishing this latter day Pensees du Lenny Godber; it doesn't seem to have occured to him that Doherty trumps round publishers offering to flog dodgy books and exclusive interviews the way other drugtossers go round every table in a pub trying to sell razor blades and batteries.

You'd be better off with A Life Inside, the collection of Erwin James' columns from the Guardian
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