Amy Winehouse

Contrary to popular belief, I am still here. I’d love to say its been a whirlwind of parties and yachts daaaaaaaarlink, but this would be a lie.

Anyway, I felt compelled to complain today. Poor old Amy Winehouse, as much as she has brought it all upon herself, is getting it in the neck again today for stumbling around ‘The End of Summer Ball’ in London’s Berkley Square. I’m not really sure what people expect from her these days. She is a young woman ruined by drugs and as such her behaviour is strange at best. I get annoyed as I imagine that various journalists rub their hands together with glee everytime she wears just one shoe or takes a swing at a pap.

Quite simply the girl needs help. Everyone involved in her music production and organising of gigs is hugely irresponsible in that they just let her get on with this car crash purely because she’s raking it in. Fine, she went to rehab then came straight back out again, but she’s a danger to herself and those around her and surely somebody should put their foot down; grown woman or not, and MAKE her get help.

Sigh. Unfortunately I can only see it ending one way, and that’s with her death. I’m still not sure why this bothers me so much, but I’m sick and tired of bloodsucking and talentless journalists making a fortune from following Winehouse home then writing a scathing article when she tells them to fuck off.

Grr.

(I should point out that although I have referenced the Metro today, many many newspapers and magazines are just as guilty of this and in fact the Metro article is tame.)