"Blender" magazine has an interview with Amy Winehouse that demonstrates exactly just how bad it's gotten for her. She's nodding off in interviews and dropping lit cigarettes on the floor. So if the junk doesn't kill her, then the three alarm house fire she's going to cause will. Is there anyone with clarity in this girl's life that can intervene?
"I'm still writing about the dynamics of being in a relationship ... Would you like some wine?" she asks, fetching two glasses and beginning to pour. "I believe in relationships," she continues, "whether it's your grandmother or your dog ... "Now her words are slurred, her eyelids drooping. Her head wobbles into a nod. She falls asleep for a second, wakes with a start, mutters and drops off again. The smoldering cigarette in her left hand falls to the floor.
"Oh, God, what is wrong with me?" she asks, coming to. "There's something wrong with me ... "
Uh, YEAH. Sure, enjoy a nice bottle of vino with your heroin, sweetie. That'll take the edge off. Seriously, I'd be bullshit if I lost my fisn-n-chips stand to an inferno because this broad's messier than Britney's weaves. Her husband might be going to jail for trial-fixing, so now's the perfect time to lasso this girl into a facility. With a salon, because it's time to cleanse and condition that beehive.
Photos: PacificCoastNews.com
Audrey says:
Cute outfit! Hair, not so much.