The Stoned Tongueler of Britain George Michael found himself in his second home, a pair of handcuffs, last month after his Range Rover crashed into a Snappy Snaps photo store in London. The police didn’t charge George with anything until now. George will have to appear in front of the fancy-named Highbury Corner Magistrates Court on August 24th to answer to the charges of driving while unfit through drink or drugs and possession of cannabis.
George must be toking (typo and it stays right where it is) night classes at Pete Doherty’s School of Reason, because he keeps getting caught with weed in his pockets. It’s pretty simple. Just smoke that shit at home and whistle for a cab to take you around to pick up tricks. The cab driver won’t mind. When the cabbie asks why the hustler is telling you it’s 50 for a lay, just explain that he’s a friend of the family who has schizophrenia and forgets who he is sometimes. You have to play along to get him into the car. That’s what normal people do. DUH!
via Associated Press