My thoughts on Amy.

We all knew she led a troubled life. We all knew she was speeding to oblivion. However, we were still all shocked to hear the news that Amy Winehouse, the 27 year old soul singer with an amazing voice and a fucked up life, had passed away at her North London home. When I heard, I thought it was a sick joke, a hoax. First, I noticed the news trickling into a couple of tweets. Then I turned on the news and there it was - confirmed. Yet another talented life taken way before her time.

 Say what you like about her lifestyle, say her death isn't as tragic as others, but bear this in mind - she was still a daughter. A sister. A friend. People have still lost a massive part of their lives and hearing this bile being spouted about her is not helping. An addiction is an illness. It is not, as many people have said, a choice. Yes, the initial action is a choice. But the following addiction, the craving, the feeling that you would do anything to have that fix is not. The act of going to rehab was proof she wanted to escape that life, stop the never-ending circle of addiction. Some people, I know, will disagree with that. But that's fine. Disagree with this all you want. But I truly believe that she was trying to escape that vicious cycle.

It's sad to think that her last performance was that shambolic, drunken mess in Belgrade, it's heart-breaking to think that that's how she will be remembered and not as the amazing performer she once was. Frank was an brilliant début album - Back to Black was even better. Her voice, that soul-laden, beautiful voice, sounded full of pain, full of longing. But this album was truly her downfall. This album sky-rocketed her to stardom and farther into the dark world of drugs, addiction and the people feeding both of them. Most people will say that her downfall was brought around by her on-off relationship with Blake Fielder-Civil, whom Amy married in 2007, a year after the album's release and who was, by all accounts, a waster and someone who fed off Amy's vulnerability and fame. She had been quoted as saying that their whole marriage was "based on drugs" and more people that have spoken out after her death have been saying that before Blake she was fine - after him, she was fucked.

But let's forget that. Put on Back to Black as loud as you can without disturbing the neighbours. And just listen. And remember what an amazing performer she was. Remember her as that and not the pictures of the body-bag being shamelessly flaunted on the Daily Mail website.

RIP Amy Winehouse - 14th September 1983-23rd July 2011.

"He left no time to regret 

Kept his dick wet 

With his same old safe bet 

Me and my head high 

And my tears dry 

Get on without my guy 

You went back to what you knew 

So far removed from all that we went through 

And I tread a troubled track 

My odds are stacked 

I'll go back to black 

We only said good-bye with words 

I died a hundred times 

You go back to her 

And I go back to..... 

I go back to us 

I love you much 

It's not enough 

You love blow and I love puff 

And life is like a pipe 

And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside 

We only said goodbye with words 

I died a hundred times 

You go back to her 

And I go back to 

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, 

I go back to 

I go back to 

We only said good-bye with words 

I died a hundred times 

You go back to her 

And I go back to 

We only said good-bye with words 

I died a hundred times 

You go back to her 

And I go back to black"

Weekends are good :D

So, like I said, weekends are good - especially 3 day ones :D

Thursday = epic, Harry Potter themed party at Rach's new house ^__^ Lots of drinking and chatting with people I've never met before (and maybe one tactical chunder...but you don't need to know about that...). I actually had a brilliant night. There were just the right amount of people there - enough to make it fun, but not so many that it got annoying. Highlights of the evening? Someone spotting that I'd gone as Moaning Myrtle, Ring of Fire in the games room, getting many lovely hugs.

Friday = hungover. Bleurgh. Says it all really, dunnit? Awoke at about 9ish after going to sleep at half 4 with a hangover big enough to fell a small elephant. Service station on way home for delicious hangover noms. Then back home with more noms and an afternoon of Green Wing <3 Followed by an awkward night with old school friends (I should say awkward hour...I bitched out because I was so bloody tired from the night before). Then more Green Wing until about half 3 with the little bro...it was getting light outside when we went to bed. Not good.

Saturday = chilled. Woke up at 12, went to see Kara for a few hours, then back home to me Dad's with the most epic steak in the world and Paul on Sky Box Office :D Good day was good.

So yeah. Hope you enjoyed my blow by blow account of my weekend :D I'm bored as fuck. More people need to be online at 1am so I can talk to them.

Last episode of Green Wing methinks...

:(

'Nother good day was had today ^_^ Chilling out in the morning, town in the afternoon, beach in the evening. Good times. So "why the sad face?", I hear you ask. Because the beach thing was half a birthday thing for Kara and half a goodbye thing for Haz, who is moving up to London for a year :( It makes me feel so sad that he isn't going to be here any more. No more random meeting up at the football, no more random nights in the pub, no more drunken nights in at my house. For. A. Year. 

So Mr Harry Francis - don't get up to any bad stuff in London, like drugs and shit, mmkay? And don't forget your small town friends ;)

Ah, I really can't think of anything else. Going to the beach always makes me feel sleepy *yawns*

Introduction time!

Right, so I thought I’d get this going somewhere else! To those of you who haven’t read my Tumblr (if you have…well done. It was dull), I think I’ll introduce myself with a few choice facts about me:

1.) My name’s Daisy. No, please don’t sing the song. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T SING THE SONG.

2.) I’m 22, soon to be 23. To me, that feels old, considering my little brother has just turned 21 and my friends are all approaching their 22nd birthdays.

3.) I love music. Like, seriously love it. However, I’m not interested in new bands, unless they’ve been recommended by NME (lol, jk). But seriously, I am stuck in a rut, music wise. But it’s my rut and I love it. No-one else is allowed in my rut. Unless you love Muse. Then you can come in.

4.) I love football. But only lower league football. MASSIVE AFC Bournemouth fan - if you cut me, I’m sure I’d bleed red and black. Show me a Premiership match and I may be forced to kill you. Unless it’s the mighty Villa. Then you may be allowed to live.

5.) Going back to the Villa thing, no, I don’t support them needlessly. That’s where I was born. Well, not actually AT Villa Park (that‘d be weird), but in Sutton Coldfield - apparently, the Villa side of Birmingham. And also because my sister was a massive Manchester Utd fan when she was younger and forced Villa on me. Blame her.

6.) I have some…odd personality traits. I over-think things. A LOT. I get irritated very easily, as my family will tell you. However, there will be times when all I want to do is have a cuddle. I mood swing like a bitch.

Erm…that’s pretty much it! Hope you enjoy reading this. Can’t guarantee that every post will light up the world or make you think. But I hope they make you laugh…just a little.