Oblivion beckons for Amy.
FRESH from proclaiming peace and love at Nelson Mandela's 90th birthday bash, Amy Winehouse (never was an artist more aptly named) has apparently banjoed a fan at Glastonbury.
Not since Janis Joplin has a more wonderful talent seemed so predetermined upon a path to oblivion.
Between seventh heaven and the psychiatrist's couch, Amy alternately sings the blues and lives them.
All my life I've heard apologists for the drug culture say that creativity was one side effect of snorting chemicals. Maybe so. But if it makes the brain explode, it's a high price to pay.
Only the good die young. And Amy Winehouse is very, very good.