Reasons why Serbians might be more careful which concerts they spend their money on in future

Don't get me wrong.  I actually think Amy Winehouse is fabulous.  When she's not too wasted to sing.

My poem about Amy's visit to Serbia on Poetry 24

Comments

  1. fishducky25/6/11 12:20

    I thought your poem was great
    And I anxiously await
    Your next one--you're so articulate
    Just don't fall down!

    Your poem was very funny
    It was right on the money
    So be very careful, Honey
    And don't fall down!

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  2. Steve25/6/11 14:16

    Had me sniggering out loud. You're the Pam Ayres of the blogging world you are. And I mean that as a compliment.

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  3. ted and bunny26/6/11 00:58

    I wonder if it's the fact that she IS so wasted that makes Amy Winehouse so fabulous?
    Its a bit like Greenpeace and the National Trust- if they're doing it so well, then I have a clean consience about not having to do it myself!
    xx

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  4. Martin26/6/11 11:20

    I'm not Amy's biggest fan, but then I admire the work of Pete Doherty...go figure. However, I am a Fran fan, and that poem was 'top drawer'.

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  5. Fran Hill26/6/11 11:30

    fishducky - thanks for your poetic comment!

    Steve - I wouldn't have taken it any other way. Oi be thankin' you.

    ted and bunny - I prefer her when I can hear the words, I have to say.

    Martin H - Can the English say 'go figure' and get away with it?... But I'll forgive you, cause then you say 'top drawer' which is straight out of the English Gentlemen's dictionary.

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  6. SmitoniusAndSonata26/6/11 23:22

    Amy Winehouse has remained the sort of girl that the headmistress would sigh over , hasn't she ! Bless her .

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  7. Pam 27/6/11 12:19

    I'm just glad she's not my daughter. Or indeed in one of my classes.

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  8. Amber28/6/11 22:14

    I nearly forgot all about Amy Winehouse.

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  9. Fran Hill29/6/11 12:28

    SmitandSon - she has, she has, you're right. She'd be the one turning up late for assembly in high heeled red shoes and doing her mascara.

    Isabelle - yes, imagine being Mummy Winehouse. Not good.

    Amber - not easy!

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