Monday, February 11, 2008

Shut the Fuck up about... Amy Winehouse!

Bag lady in waiting Amy Winehouse wins Grammys but can’t attend the award ceremony. Why? Because she’s a fucking junkie. End of story. So let’s hear no more about this woman until there is actually something newsworthy.

I’m sorry, I'm being misnathropic and grumpy this morning, but I am sick to fucking death of hearing about Amy pissing Winehouse. And I can’t be the only one. Regardless of whether she is talented or not*, these endless bloody stories of her wandering around London, stoned off her saggy tits, are dull, tedious and utterly repetitive. It was bad enough when it was Pete "pasty faced cunt" Doherty wondering around like a gormless cretin, but at least he wasn’t milling around bleating about his "Blake, incarcerated." Fuck off, Amy, you dreadful, unwashed moron. Your Blake is in prison for perverting the course of justice in his GBH case. It is difficult to have too much - or, indeed, any - sympathy for him.

But I’m railing against Amy unfairly here. With all the attention she gets, it is no wonder that she plays up to the media. If you give someone lost in the self-absorption of drug addiction a microphone to the nation, then they are going to take it. So it is actually all those news outlets who bang on about the Winehouses and Dohertys of this world that are the problem. And they’re only playing up to the cult of celebrity in this country that the public seems to love so much.

Ultimately, the cult of celebrity in this country is bad enough, without us being absorbed in the petty dramas when one of these "celebrities" develops an addiction to a particularly nasty drug. The next story we should hear about Winehouse is when (and if) she beats her crack habit. In the meantime, leave the junkie without the oxygen of publicity inflating her car accident of a life out of all reasonable proportion.

*I don’t think she is, but that could just be musical taste. Although I quite liked her version of Valerie. In terms of junkie rock stars, I favour the music of Pete Doherty. Although I think they both deserve a sound kicking. Not volunteering to administer that kicking myself, though. That pungent aroma of sweaty performer mixed with stale crack cocaine would cause my stomach to curdle.

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2 Comments:

At 8:59 am , Blogger James Higham said...

Why? Because she’s a fucking junkie.

Love it.

 
At 3:18 pm , Blogger John & Miranda said...

Couldn't agree more with your comments. There are surely more important issues for the press to write about than the sad person Winehouse and her like. But like you said, the country seem obsessed by the antics of these people. I don't think she's that great a singer either. After 3 or 4 songs she get very samey

 

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