When a man is tired of London, he is apparently tired of life. Pete Doherty is a man proving that quite the opposite is true. After several years of helping the police with their enquiries and intermittently making music in the capital, he has lately made a decision less informed by rock'n'roll, more, seemingly, by Phil'n'Kirstie: he has downsized to enjoy a new pace of life in the country. Ensconced in Marlborough, Wiltshire (out of the reach of the capital by terms of a probation order), the change has evidently done the original rogue in brogues the power of good. Able to pursue his natural creative impulses without interference, Doherty has even finally finished his long-threatened solo album, due out in the new year. Solo, he has played the Albert Hall; for this gig he returns to his one of his old east London haunts, quite possibly a changed man.
• Rhythm Factory, E1, Sat 20 to Mon 22
