Amy Winehouse is pictured trying on clothes while shopping in London. She was in her favorite bra and with some gawd-awful bloody-oozy wound on her arm. I’m assuming its bloody-oozy. Its bandaged anyway and since most things about Amy seem to be bloody-oozy I think its reasonable to assume the wound is bloody-oozy. Its just gross. I just know I pity the person who tries on any of those clothes after she does. No telling what they might catch!!!

I’ve been really out of whack lately since Amy Winehouse has dyed her hair blond and gotten rid of her beehive. It actually had gotten to where the beehive seemed right for her. I’d grown a little fond of it. That’s a guilty secret I probably shouldn’t have shared. But its true.

Truth is, she’s been different since she went to Barbados without her crazy heroine addict husband. Really, him being in prison seems to be doing her a world of good. Especially since they restricted her from seeing him. Not that she’s not crazy anymore, its just that she’s not quite as crazy acting as she was there for a while. She’s the British Britney after all - we can’t have her getting too healthy or we’ll have to find someone else to talk about.

Here’s a photo montage of the evolution of Amy’s hair. You can click on the pictures to get a larger view - if that’s what you really want!

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Amy Winehouse, the Beehive Diva, has dropped her beehive and has gone blond. She looks a LITTLE better since her husband has been incarcerated. At least, she’s not walking around the streets in her bra sobbing in the middle of the night. She still hasn’t been by to see Blake since she returned from her trip to the Caribbean. It looks like absence isn’t making the heart fonder.

Amy Winehouse went on vacation to Barbados without her obsession husband, Blake Fielder-Civil and dang if the girl doesn’t look a little bit better - for her anyway. You know how distraught she’s been every since her man got himself locked up for obstructing justice and whatever else he got locked up for.

I’ve been seeing these pictures of her in Barbados looking kinda normal - again, for her anyway. It made me wonder if she’s not better off on her own. Then I got to wondering if she looks better cause she’s relaxing or is it cause she’s misbehavin’. It turns out she’s been hooking up with old friends. One old friend in particular … her former lover Music Manager George Roberts. Its seems he’s been a rock of friendship for her while her husband has been incarcerated and somehow the two ended up in Barbados at the same time. How convenient. I’m sure they just had tea together and chatted is all. Hey, whatever rocks your world - or in her case, whatever keeps her a little more sober.

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Amy Winehouse and her husband Blake Fielder-Civil just can’t seem to get it right. It might have a little something to do with the common interest - massive drug use and abuse. The latest is that Amy’s visits to her husband in prison have been restricted since he tested positive for drugs while incarcerated. He tested positive for a Class A drug, probably heroin. Wonder where he got the dope? That beehive of hers is not just a fashion statement - its a pharmacy depository.

The photos are of Amy dolling herself up for a visit with Blake before she got herself restricted - perhaps a bath would have done more good for her looks.

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Amy Winehouse is falling down and her mother is reaching out to her to try to save her …. again.

Janis Winehouse has written the following heart wrenching letter to her daughter. She knows that no one can help Amy until Amy wants help. Unfortunately, Amy doesn’t appear to want help. She seems hell bent on continuing her intimate relationship with whatever concoctions of drugs she intakes. Even she says she expects to be dead in a year. I’ll be surprised if anyone expects her to live. She’s so far gone.

For all the gossip and pictures of her with cocaine in her nose, I still can’t help feeling sorry for Amy. She’s dying and nobody can help her until and unless she decides she wants to live. She’s really a pathetic creature with a ton of talent that is just wasted. Its all being snorted up her nose.

Dear Amy,
I HOPE you understand why I’m writing this. We have spoken recently but many people will wonder why I haven’t run down to whatever hotel you’re staying in, scooped you up and taken you home for a hot bath and a steaming bowl of chicken soup.

It’s because your father and I know what you’re like, Amy.

We want to help you, but we know that unless you want to be helped— unless you come to us—anything we tried would be in vain.

So this letter is my way of making sure that you know that—that all you have to do is come to us, Amy, and we’ll do everything in our power to get you well again.

After all, you are still my baby and you always will be.

I pile hope upon hope that you will make that decision, Amy, and your strong will can bend for just a moment to make that decision and come home to me.

Even when you were only a rosy-cheeked five-year-old singing into a hairbrush in front of the mirror, you had a will as stubborn as a mule. Do you remember?

We couldn’t ever get you to see things from any angle other than your own. You could swear day was night and Heaven help anyone who tried to disagree.

You were never a wayward daughter but you always had a strong will and a mind of your own—qualities your father and I were so proud of.

You were well brought up, you had a keen sense of right from wrong and you understood the values we always impressed on you as a family.

But you would never be pressurised or influenced into doing something if your heart wasn’t in it.

I know there’s no point in me ringing you, fussing over you or ordering you to do something. I need you to take that first step, darling. I need you to call me, to pick up that phone and tell me what’s troubling you.

Your father and I would like nothing more—wherever you are, whatever you need, we’re here for you day and night. I hope you know that. We were terrified after we saw those pictures of you earlier this week, wandering the freezing streets of London at dawn in your underwear. All I wanted to do was rush into those pictures and wrap you up in a big, warm blanket.

Do you remember those Decembers long ago when I used to swaddle you in a thick winter coat? I used to wrap you up and give you a kiss on the nose before you went out to play in the cold.

“Don’t worry about me Ma, I’ll be fine!” you used to laugh. But, like any mother, of course I worried. Just as I’m worrying now.

Because I know that however big, grown-up and successful my Amy gets, she still needs the love of her Ma.

Do you remember on January 14 this year, when your album got to number one? Do you remember how overjoyed your father and I both were? We shed tears of joy for you that night.

And not just because we were delighted for your success, that you had finally fulfilled that childhood dream of singing your heart out in front of millions. But also because finally, the whole country thought our little girl was just as special as we knew you were.

Some wonderful things have happened since that night, darling, but also some not so wonderful. Blake, your husband, might not be my favourite person—you know that, Amy—but he’s your choice and I would never say anything about him to hurt you.

When I was quoted recently as saying “Thank God Blake’s inside” what I meant was that putting him in jail might help him to clean up HIS act and change HIS life.

It wasn’t said out of viciousness or to upset you. If your relationship is meant to be, it will survive.

I’m a great believer that everything in life happens for a reason, a purpose. And if you two are destined to be together forever, then so be it.

But I want you to love Blake for who he is, Amy. Not because you feel sorry for him, or because he can get you doped up. Not for any other reason than that you have respect for him.

I completely understand and sympathise with how you feel heartbroken over your separation and I’d do anything to help you end that unhappiness.

No mother likes to see her child suffering like that.

Having to cancel your tour, as well, has been very sad. But I know it’s happened for the best.

Despite disappointing all of your fans, who I know you treasure so much, maybe it will pull you up and make you stop and think and take stock of where your life is going.

I pray it does. I hope it makes you realise that although you might be a superstar, you’re not superwoman.

Early fame has overwhelmed you, it’s dizzied you and muddled your mind. For a moment, forget you’re a superstar. You’re also young and vulnerable. Remember you’re just an ordinary human being, no stronger than any of the rest of us. You think you’re strong enough to get through this on your own, darling, but you’re not.

I want you back, and I’ll make you fitter and stronger. I’d like nothing better than to have you home and help you put on a bit of weight with some wholesome home cooking.

You’re at your happiest in family situations, I remember. It’s part of that strong Jewish tradition you were raised in. Remember how you spent time with my sister before the gig in Newcastle the other week? You felt comfortable and at ease. That’s how I know family is important to you.

But I can’t force you to do something you don’t want to. You have to want it to happen darling, you have to ask for it.

Me and your father, and your brother Alex all want you to be happy and quickly restored to full health. For the moment, that’s all of our priorities.

We are concerned, but we’re not panicking. You’ve got to see things in your own time and I’m sure you will.

You are a brilliant talent, of course, and if you get yourself well, you’ll be able to go on and fulfil your destiny.

You’re a true professional who thrives on work and you need to get back into that routine.

We know you don’t want to let your fans down. We know how important they are to you and how once you’re over this present setback you’ll give them a show they’ll never forget.

You know I’m an optimist, and that I think, with our help, you will get back on top of things.

But I know you must come to me first for that to happen.

I just hope that, because of this letter, you do. Pick up the phone.

All my love, Ma

January: Nominated at the Brit awards 2004 (left) but the singer was soon looking gaunt in July

Amy Winehouse is a bonafide mess. I won’t be surprised to hear that she has died one of these days. She’s been on a downward spiral since her triumphs of 2004. Its like watching a long drawn out suicide in living color in the tabloids every day.

Every since her husband was sent to prison last month her decline has been sped up. Over the past week, its been completely out of control. This week we’ve been treated to daily doses of Amy Winehouse’s pathetic cries for help and refusal to accept help.

She had to cancel her European tour because she couldn’t hold it together on stage long enough to get through a song, much less an entire performance. Then yesterday she was wandering around London in her underwear, barefoot and blurry-eyed. She was obviously in distress.

Barefoot and bleary-eyed: A scantily clad Amy Winehouse was seen wandering near her house in a distressed and agitated state around 6am near her north London home on Sunday

Then today she got all dolled up to go see her husband in prison. When she got back to her house she realized she had forgotten her keys. She was tearful and distressed anyway and this just made matters worse. She laid down on the wet pavement and slithered under the gate to her house to get in. In the wee hours of the morning she came back out to get her ever present snacks and disappeared back into her house.

Unfortunately for Amy, her keys aren’t the only thing she’s lost.

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Note to anyone who finds themselves on stage in front of thousands and who will be videoed and viewed by millions and who has a hard core habit, don’t pull bumps out of your beehive and try to pass it off as a runny nose. Just say No, No, No.

Slick move there, Amy. That was about as subtle as a train wreck.

Amy Winehouse tried to visit her husband, Blake Fielder-Civil, in jail and was refused. His mother had already used his one visit for the day. Plus, Amy had not ever put her name on his visitation list. The fact that Blake is in jail has Amy in a downward spiral. Is it possible for her to spiral any lower?

When Amy couldn’t get in to visit her addict, convict husband she was a mess. Then again, when is Amy NOT a mess? Her parents got concerned when they couldn’t reach her by phone and called emergency services to check on her. She wasn’t home, but returned shortly after and was fine.

A source said: “Amy’s family are petrified she’ll do something stupid. They know she’s very low at the moment and misses Blake terribly. They were trying to reach her on the phone yesterday evening and they were also trying the flat in Hackney where she’s been staying but they couldn’t get in touch with her.

“They immediately feared the worst and called an ambulance and police to go and check on her. But thankfully Amy showed up and was fine.”

Her family and friends are hoping they can talk some sense into this girl while her husband is behind bars. She is going on with her concert tour through the UK.

Police batter down Amy Winehouse’s door in dramatic afternoon raid

Police battered their way into Amy Winehouse’s home yesterday and spent three hours searching through her belongings.

More than a dozen officers smashed in the front door of the house the singer shares with junkie husband Blake Fielder-Civil.

The incident - in which police used a crowbar and battering ram to force their way into the North London home - was the latest crisis in Miss Winehouse’s turbulent personal life.

Amy had fled to her father’s home just before the raid. Blake wasn’t home either. She has been on a downward spiral for months now and continues to struggle with her heroin addiction. Last week she had to be helped onto the stage in Munich for her performance of ‘Back to Black‘ for the MTV music awards. She slurred the words to the song and was incoherent during her acceptance speech for the artists’ choice award.

Her MTV music awards disaster was just the latest in a string of cancellations and out-of-control behavior.