It was truly a struggle not to make some lame joke about how the “no, no, no” chorus. It’s totally cheesy and corny, but it’s so out there. It’s like a loose tooth that you just want to yank the hell out of your mouth. Sorry, I have scurvy and it’s an issue. Amy Winehouse has revealed that she’s not in rehab, she’s up in a hotel with her shifty husband and her family. But she did OD and collapse and it scared the hell out of her. So much so that she had to increase her booze intake to deal with the memory! The pub is like a womb to her.
“It was just crazy–one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I don’t know how to explain what happened. I don’t really know myself. I can’t remember what I looked like. I couldn’t recognise myself. It was terrifying–I was terrified. I was so out of control. It just happened. It shocked me. I’m sorry–I just don’t know what got into me.”
What got into you was a whole mess of booze and drugs! Including heroin, cocaine, ecstasy and ketamine, PLUS some whisky and vodka. This was during a pub crawl. Oh, I don’t get it, why did you collapse? Will she be able to record another album in her K-hole? I hope so. Winehouse is also saying that her family is totally traumatized by her excesses and that her Dad grabbed her by the throat at a makeshift intervention. Which means he merely closed his thumb and forefinger around her jutting vertabrae. She’s really thin.