Randomly stab a bloody syringe into a tabloid paper these days, and the chances are you’ll skewer at least five pics of our favourite dishevelled rock star, Mr. Peter Doherty.

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But rather than just printing amusing images of him lighting up on the first day of the smoking ban, or carrying an enormous stuffed turtle around (as seen in Heat magazine recently), it seems that they’ve actually got some genuine Pete news today.

As the piles of blood portraits, guitars and pianos being hurriedly carried into a van outside Kate’s London pad shows, it seems that the rock star-loving pin-up has kicked Pete out for good.

Of course, nothing is certain in the world of these two, and I wouldn’t be too surprised if they were papped canoodling in some trendy spot before the end of the week. But with Pete, according to newspaper reports, cheating on Kate with another model (cheating on a model with a model, alright for some, eh?) and being forced into rehab after his latest court appearance, there does seem to be an edge of the “final” to the whole shebang.

I can’t say I’m upset. Kate’s desperation to shoehorn her way into the rock spotlight has got pretty damn embarrassing of late. From barging between Pete and Carl during their window busk show at the Hackney Empire to her multiple stage appearances at Babyshambles’ Glasto set – once simply walking on to plant a kiss on Pete’s cheek, turning round and striding back off again – she’s become the clichéd groupie sidekick that the Libertines seemed so sceptical of when they first played the toilet circuit.

But no longer, it seems. Gentlemen of rock ‘n’ roll beware – the tiger is loose!