Grammy-winner and London’s resident lunatic Amy Winehouse seems to be doing good for herself recently, if she’s aiming a spot in the isolation chamber in a premiere rehabilitation center. After several days of walking around half-naked and high on crack, the singer was seen parked beside a freeway sporting a hideous belly, plus gashes and scars to match her gory tattoos. Now who says London doesn’t quite cut it like Hollywood? I have a pretty good feeling once this junkie singer hits the States, she’ll be cruisin’ around the drug cartel of Hollywood.

Reports of Amy cheating on her incarcerated husband and fellow cranker Blake Fielder Civil reached reached the attention of the media quicker than her sniffing up a coke line. Recently, her friend Chris Marr, bassist of the band Towers of London was seen sneaking inside her garage looking like a barbarian just puked on him. The musician was searched and taken to the police afterwards. What the drugged-up musician just did enlightened us with the meaning of the saying You are who your friends are.