The words lingered in my head in an unexpected way, rumbling with disappointment and a hint of regret.
The thing is we’re all addicts in some kind of way, some of us can’t do ten minutes at work without a ciggie, some of us are addicted to food or a lack of it, some of us are addicted to attention and being the centre of it, some of us are addicted to tattoos or piercings, some of us are addicted to computer games or the telly and some of us are simply addicted to getting our own way.
I suppose I never expected Amy Winehouse to live past forty but neither did I expect, (despite the crack, the heroine and the booze) that I’d hear news of her death on a regular afternoon around about twenty years too early. Some of you might think I’m either a. incredibly stupid or b. incredibly deluded but I know for a fact that i'm neither.
More than anything I was a fan of Amy’s incredible voice.
