Back To Rehab For The Final Time
It’s very sad that Amy Winehouse is dead, and I hope the family don’t blame themselves, as I’m sure they tried everything they could to get her back on track. It’s particularly sad because she was a one-off talent, not somebody famous’s daughter.
Usually we have to put up with Talent Trickledown, the system by which the famous family member is subsequently represented by lesser and lesser talented progeny. You start with Pablo Picasso and go down to Paloma Picasso (she has her own scent!), Earnest Hemingway and Mariel Hemingway, Conrad Hilton and (a long drop, this) Paris Hilton. ‘Punch’ columnist Alan Coren left us with restaurant critic Giles Coren and the seemingly ADD-afflicted hack Victoria Coren. Much-loved agony aunt Claire Raynor and (another restaurant critic) Jay Rayner.
Occasionally it goes in the opposite direction, with Lily Allen being more interesting than father Keith Allen. But Winehouse was an original and will hopefully be remembered for her music rather than the wasted opportunity she represented.