There are many reasons why people would want to raid Amy Winehouse's flat - to go on what we guess would be a dead-cert drug bust, for example, or to simply sellotape Amy's mouth up and give her hair a damn good combing.

As it happens, police did raid Amy Winehouse's flat last night. However, don't start thinking that the raid was spectacular or anything, because it really wasn't. For a start neither Amy Winehouse or her husband Blake Fielder-Civil were in at the time of the raid - so officers didn't have to fend off any berserko razorblade attacks - plus it seems the raid had something to do with a bunch of people apparently perverting the course of justice, none of whom are Amy Winehouse. Still, it seems a waste to raid Amy Winehouse's flat and not arrest her for something - surely it's illegal to resemble the witch from Snow White that closely.

Like most female divas, Amy Winehouse likes her dressing room just so - but instead of demanding it to be painted white with a bucket of room temperature Evian on hand, Amy prefers everything to be covered with spaghetti bolognese.

That seemed to be the case at the MTV Europe Video Awards last week in any case. It's been revealed that Amy Winehouse caused thousands of pounds' worth of damage to her dressing room by flinging spaghetti around, throwing tables and chairs against the walls and shredding her rug into tiny pieces. Amy Winehouse shocked onlookers at the EMAs by engaging in her terrifying five-minute kicking and screaming outburst, but on reflection that's probably just because it's the closest thing that Winehouse has actually got to a decent tune for the last few months. 

Fact: most revivals are bad.

Star Wars. The Happy Mondays. Chris Evans' career. In fact, take a look at any attempt to bring back a cultural milestone and you'll notice that the end result is invariably cack-based.

One thing that has long been overdue a resurgence, however, is hecklerspray's Celebrity Haiku Competition. Okay, okay, so maybe we're confusing 'cultural milestone' with 'something to do if you've got a spare five minutes to tit around on a Monday', but that's just semantics.

'Hold on a second,' some of you may be screaming. 'I'm relatively new to hecklerspray. What is this Celebrity Haiku Competition of which you speak? Tell me! Dear Christ, tell me, or else mother won't get her food parcel thrown down into the basement today.'

Calm yourselves. Details after the jump...