The Sun got their hands on a bunch of Amy Wino’s old notebooks circa 2001 found in a pile of trash on the streets of North London. You know, the former Crackie of Camden regularly lounged in a pile of trash on the streets of North London herself, so the notebooks were probably just trying to find their way back to their owner. But instead, they found their way into The Sun’s offices who published pieces from that mess. In the notebooks, Wino wrote a few song lyrics, talked about a boy named Felix and listed all the things she’s going to do when she gets a record deal. Well, Wino pretty much accomplished almost everything on her to do list except for the “get a gym membership” part. But who needs a gym membership when you’ve got crack.
I love the “Live like the bombshell I really am” shit. That should be everyone’s life goal. And through most of 2008 and 2009, Wino looked like she just crawled out of a nuclear bomb zone, so that counts, right?