After what seemed to be a regular night for Amy Winehouse, having fun, things took a turn for the worse when the singer decided it was time for home. Knowing she would be confronted by an amount of paps, she thought she would hurl select names and phrases as the bemused photogs, then signed some autographs and went home.

I can see why Amy would get angry with the paps. They never seem able to photograph her good side, the one that doesn't look like a crack-addled psychopath who just spent a month in a padded room with her arm sleeves tied around the back. Why can't they photograph her when she is sitting calmly, having a cup of tea, and carving bloody lines into her arm with a kitchen knife? Like a regular person.