Alcohol had sure played a great part in the chanteuse’s downfall ever since the paparazzi first spotted the singer wandering the back streets of Camden Town like she was white trash.
It didn’t take long for the media to get its nails into the singer, forever publishing images of the star in various states of drunkenness.
It’s funny how the same press who gloried in her downfall and who labelled her a sad junkie suddenly called her ‘troubled’ once she stopped breathing. It was all change in the media then.
‘Troubled’ is not a hat that most drinkers have the luxury of wearing. You don’t go down the local pub and sympathise with the volatile alcoholic slumped against the bar victimizing random strangers with a drunken barrage because they seem troubled. They are considered weak, sickening and pathetic.
It’s sad that Amy spent most of her famous adult life being heralded for all the wrong reasons. Now she has ceased to be, suddenly everyone is an Amy sympathizer.
Anyway, the autopsy results have now been published and revealed that she had an excess of five times the legal driving limit of alcohol in her bloodstream when she bought it. Which means 80mg of booze per 100ml of blood. In real terms that equates to about two pints per man. Probably half that for a young woman the size of a matchstick. So, about five pints or so.
Amy’s death, that everyone likes to call ‘untimely’, was a fitting end to young woman who had been flirting outrageously with death for several years. Her young mind and lack of bloated ego were no match for the despicable fame machine and unprincipled media. People like Lady Gaga and Madonna are born to be famous. They counter their inadequacies by demanding attention for themselves in other ways. Beseeching us – total strangers – to adore them. Winehouse didn’t crave fame. She wanted to go drinking down her local London pub with her friends. She wasn’t cut out for fame. And it was fame and its henchmen that killed her.