It's genuinely sad to see Amy Winehouse die at the age of 27. She was an undoubted talent, but as is to often the case in this country, her off-mic antics dominated the tabloid press and changed the nation's opinions of her. In the last last couple of months of her life she was filmed performing whilst clearly under the influence of Christ-knows-what, and it was a right old shambles. Yet nobody said anything or stepped in or offered to help her. Me included - this ain't no high horse, brother.
Step forward to now and she's been found dead in an unexplained manner. The press have gone mad with suggestions, ranging from drugs all the way to alcohol as to what killed her, and the mourning has begun. What gets my goat though is the number of people who've come out now saying it's a disgrace that she was allowed to perform when she was clearly incapable of doing so, and that someone close to her should have been looking after her and advising her better. Mica Paris went on record saying as much, being such a well-known champion of Wino's health before he untimely demise. Er, Mica, what was stopping you going public and saying that before she carked it? You could've quite easily piped up yonks ago, but it's obviously much easier to have a go at folk after the event. Such finger-pointing is helping no one, not least her family who are now picking up the pieces.
A slightly more chilling aside has been the frequent mentioning of The 27 Club. Apparently a few high-profile rock types (Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Dustin Gee) have met their maker at the ripe old age of 27, which somehow has become a badge of honour of the 'live fast, die young' mantra which some people seem seduced by. If I'd died at 27 I'd be livid, not least because I would have missed at least 4 series of New Tricks. And the 2010 World Cup. Every cloud, I suppose.
At the end of the day, we have to remember a person has died here, regardless of the circumstances. It's all too easy to get bogged down in the infamous life she led, that epic dickhead of a husband and ultimately the wasting of a supreme singing talent. Sadly though, as long as the press have a holes in their arses, the likes of Winehouse will be used to sell papers when they're living, and a hell of a lot more when they stop. And if that's not enough to close a newspaper down, I don't know what it.
What's that? Phone hacking? Sorry, I've no idea what you're talking about...
Step forward to now and she's been found dead in an unexplained manner. The press have gone mad with suggestions, ranging from drugs all the way to alcohol as to what killed her, and the mourning has begun. What gets my goat though is the number of people who've come out now saying it's a disgrace that she was allowed to perform when she was clearly incapable of doing so, and that someone close to her should have been looking after her and advising her better. Mica Paris went on record saying as much, being such a well-known champion of Wino's health before he untimely demise. Er, Mica, what was stopping you going public and saying that before she carked it? You could've quite easily piped up yonks ago, but it's obviously much easier to have a go at folk after the event. Such finger-pointing is helping no one, not least her family who are now picking up the pieces.
A slightly more chilling aside has been the frequent mentioning of The 27 Club. Apparently a few high-profile rock types (Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Dustin Gee) have met their maker at the ripe old age of 27, which somehow has become a badge of honour of the 'live fast, die young' mantra which some people seem seduced by. If I'd died at 27 I'd be livid, not least because I would have missed at least 4 series of New Tricks. And the 2010 World Cup. Every cloud, I suppose.
At the end of the day, we have to remember a person has died here, regardless of the circumstances. It's all too easy to get bogged down in the infamous life she led, that epic dickhead of a husband and ultimately the wasting of a supreme singing talent. Sadly though, as long as the press have a holes in their arses, the likes of Winehouse will be used to sell papers when they're living, and a hell of a lot more when they stop. And if that's not enough to close a newspaper down, I don't know what it.
What's that? Phone hacking? Sorry, I've no idea what you're talking about...
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