Amy Winehouse

At the time of writing this piece (ten minutes before I post it), Amy Winehouse is still alive, somehow.
The thing that I don't like about her is that she's not very good at music and so has gone down the Pete Doherty route of being famous for being famous. Everyone in this country who has ever glanced at a tabloid will know who she is and is simply waiting for the headline, "Amy Winehouse Dead" in our ghoulish little way, then we can all turn round and say, 'well she was talented' (no she wasn't), we can all sneer at the enormous amounts of drugs she consumes and we can laugh down our sleeves when she is pictured falling out of a club at 5am (her hair started to leave the club at 4am such is it's vastness) but in reality, she's just a fucked up idiot and society should turn their backs on her. Let me explain, she is glamorised in the press as being this huge talent with a wonky face and stupid hair and she wins music awards and gets invited to sing at some black blokes birthday party and all these things that are pretty special and it seems that no matter what she does in her private life, (heroin, cocaine, drinking and puking) it seems that she will always be forgiven after some tut tutting and then given a front page headline saying she's going to rehab, she'll be alright, and then a week later she rocks up looking like a two dollar skanky hooker and the press get excited again because they can sell more papers to me and you, because we just want to see if it's worth running down to the betting office to put a bet on the day of her death.