Where do I even begin with this?  Last night, London pub Monarch hosted an evening of Amy Winehouse playing dj.  That's right, old Wino on the ones and twos, the wheels of steel, the...drink in her hand.  My favorite train wreck was advertised as spinning records but as we can all gather, Wino was less interested in getting the crowd moving and more interested in cutting up lines and downing booze.  Oh, am I jumping to conclusions about Ms. Amy's drug use?  Well one can't be certain, but why don't you take a look at her wicked coke nose and judge for yourself (I know you don't think that powder is from a box of Entenmann's donuts). The best part of all was that to witness this mess you had to pay £12 which is about $24!  Um, I'm pretty sure you could just hang out by her doorstep and get that show for free.

Other props from Amy's evening included; a large piece of cardboard (presumably to hide her face for our sake, not hers), a lamp with a red, tasseled shade, a pack of cigarettes in one hand and an inhaler in the other.  Brilliant!  She is so going to be the old lady (or young lady) who smokes while she's on an oxygen tank. 

Well, the good news folks, she didn't punch anyone!  Baby steps!