Amy Winehouse Continues to Epitomize Bat Sh*t Crazy

It’s certainly not a secret that Amy Winehouse is a hot mess. But for a quite a while, I kind of loved her hot mess-ness. Like when “Rehab” was all over the radio and she was blithely tripping around from club to club with her outrageous hair mountain, getting unapologetically wasted and, in fact, refusing to go to rehab…well, compared to the usual celebrity trips to Cedars-Sinai accompanied by bullsh*t tales of “exhaustion” and subsequent photos of said celebrities clutching bottles of Grey Goose two weeks after being released, Winehouse was kind of a breath of fresh air.

Yeah, she was ridiculous, but she wasn’t lying about it. She knew she was buckwild and she owned it, for better or worse.

However, Winehouse has long since passed the point of cheeky irresponsibility and is progressively becoming more and more of a certifiable horror show. Witness her newest totally insane escapade that occurred just yesterday at her husband Blake Fielder-Civil’s assault trial in London.

Winehouse, who showed up no less than four hours late for the trial, parked herself in the front row where she spent the duration of the proceedings doing a number of apesh*t crazy things, including;

-Blowing kisses to Blake

-Holding up a heart brooch with Blake’s name on it so he could see it

-Patting the empty seat next to her as an invitation for her husband to join her

-Mouthing “I love you” and other phrases until a guard had to tell her to stop

Then, after about two hours of hanging around acting exactly how you would expect a crack zombie to act, Winehouse decided she was over it and rolled out. As she was leaving the courthouse a reporter asked her how her husband looked and she responded, “He’s gorgeous as f*ck. You seen him before?”

Oh Amy. I miss the days when you were a girl I thought it might be fun to party with as opposed to someone who I suspect would steal my eyeballs and sell them on the black market to buy more meth. If you someday manage to kick the habit and go back to being a fun boozebag, please give me a call. In the meantime, I don’t want to see you anywhere near my eyeballs.