Remember when Amy Winehouse was a singer who everyone either liked, or kinda liked? Then, she hit the sauce with the kind of vigour not seen since Keith Moon’s liver ran out on him. Alas, ever since the gargantuan success of ‘Back To Black’, she’s done sod-all apart from puke and stagger.
Of course, this foray into a very public self-harming left the door open for everyone else to have her career for her, with Plan B, Adele, Duffy and Paloma Faith all picking up her cheques for her, leaving her to bumble around with her new breasts and consistently live on the potential of what could’ve been, as opposed to actually being brave enough to get new tunes out.
And so, tottering back into the limelight after much news of ‘she’s actually doing rather well these days’, she found herself in Belgrade before a booing crowd who instantly tired of her trainwreck behaviour.
See, instead of making a return which made everyone remember why they loved her in the first place, she appeared on-stage under the influence of who-knows-what and the paying public rightly told her what they thought of it all.
Winehouse didn’t exactly kick things off well with the Serbians, by greeting the crowd of 20,000 with a slurry…
“Hello, Athens”
She then went about wrecking her entire back catalogue with the kind of singing you’d associate with a horse in labour, trying to push out a particularly large-headed foal.
And now, to save her from getting chased by an angry mob, she’s apologised to fans and cancelled Monday’s scheduled performance in Istanbul and Wednesday’s in Athens.
In a statement following the Belgrade incident, Winehouse’s management said:
“Despite feeling sure that she wanted to fulfill these commitments, she has agreed with management that she cannot perform to the best of her ability and will return home. ? She would like to apologize to fans expecting to see her at the shows but feels that this is the right thing to do.”
The collective worry and thrill of tittle-tattle is fast growing into the resentment at wasted talent and utter, utter boredom at the same old soap opera unfurling before us like a dying leaf.
Just great.
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