And our survey said. Go. Go. Go.

Amy Winehouse, once an über fox now a rattly boned skank, appears to be the latest in a long line of popular entertainers to be suffering from, ahem, exhaustion. Severe exhaustion at that.

Not that this applies to Amy, but in the past I’ve always equated exhaustion with massive gack habit or gritty smack battle. Then again, I’m sure Amy’s just been working her self too hard, god knows it must be a strain doing three or four gigs a week.

That equates to about an eight to ten hour working week, outrageous! After all, I do a forty hour week but most of that is spent sitting on my arse in meetings or fighting for every penny of expenditure, it’s certainly not something as strenuous as going on stage and singing to a bunch of people who adore me and are giving me £20 each for the privilege of watching.

Then again what do you expect. If I was a millionaire in my early twenties chances are I’d be fucked out of my skull every night of the week. However I may have enjoyed spending my cash on Jammie Dodgers too, so I’d probably be a little more chunky.

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