Tuesday, 27 October 2009

at the Q Awards after a boozy afternoon, Amy Winehouse pops out


She rocked up an hour late to present an award, heckled a musical legend and had a foulmouthed bust up... not a bad afternoon for Amy Winehouse.
Q Award arrangers paid thousands for the best Grosvenor House Hotel suite to make sure Amy arrived downstairs on time.
All she had to do was present an Inspiration Award to The Specials.
But her suite must have been too nice because she didn't want to leave it - or the mini-bar.
Host Al Murray - dying on his feet - joked: "Amy is stuck in the lift fixing her beehive."
And then, nearly an hour late, she burst through the doors and tottered unsteadily up to the stage.
The Specials, led by Terry Hall, were already there - but Murray had been relieved by stand-in Don Letts - and they all watched as Amy stumbled into the microphone. She yelled: "Everyone, I know you've been to these things a million times but The Specials are amazing. Put your hands together for The Specials."
Job done, with the band looking glum, she then ran backstage, giving us a big hug and a flash of her new cleavage. Putting her arm around us, she said: "I'm here now, let's party." Asked if she'll pose for a quick pic she winked: "I'm always up for a quick one, girls!"

She ripped into our downmarket rivals who said she'd remarried Blake and told us: "It's not true, babe. We're not married. It's all rumours." She then took her seat and got stuck into cans of strong Red Stripe lager.
But she might have had one too many. When Robert Plant went on stage to pick up Q's outstanding contribution to music award, Amy decided to upstage the legendary Led Zeppelin frontman.
Bizarrely, she started chanting "Billy Bragg, Billy Bragg" to everyone's total bemusement.
Poor old Robert halted his speech as he gazed, confused, into the audience.
However, Amy refused to pipe down and then turned the air blue. When an overzealous music exec demanded to have a picture taken with her, she said: "You're a weirdo, why don't you f*** off?"
The crestfallen bloke's face was a picture in itself.
And as night began to fall so did, almost inevitably, Amy's dress.
Talk about making a boob of yourself.

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