Breivik. Sickest. Bastard. Ever.
May all his victims rest in inviolable peace.
And all this hue and cry over Amy Winehouse's death is irksome. I'm sure she was talented and everything (who am I to judge), and may she have an untroubled existence in her afterlife, but AAAARGH. I haven't listened to her music and I don't intend to. Her passing on at 27 ensures that henceforth, all magazine articles and news features talking about rockstar excesses(ergo, deaths resulting from all these excesses) will mention her name in the same breath as those of Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Kurt Cobain and Janis Joplin who all died at 27. This clique has been, quite unimaginatively, called the '27 Club'. Duh.
Names like Duane Allman, John Bonham, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Bon Scott and I'm sure many others aren't remembered in the common sphere the way the 27-ers are. And these people were as talented and as fantastic and as brilliant and as magical as the 27-ers. Just saying.
One good thing has come out of all this though. Russell Brand has written a tearjerker tribute to Winehouse and I was pleasantly astonished by the way he writes. I like. I should grab his 'My Booky Wook' soon.
'They(addicts) communicate to you through a barely discernible but un-ignorable veil. Whether a homeless smack head troubling you for 50p for a cup of tea or a coked-up, pinstriped exec foaming off about his “speedboat” there is a toxic aura that prevents connection. They have about them the air of elsewhere, that they’re looking through you to somewhere else they’d rather be. And of course they are. The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of the day with some purchased relief.
Not all of us know someone with the incredible talent that Amy had but we all know drunks and junkies and they all need help and the help is out there. All they have to do is pick up the phone and make the call. Or not. Either way, there will be a phone call.'
The whole thing can be read here.
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