If your daughter is slowly killing herself on every drug under the sun, the first thing you’d do, as a worried parent, would be to march her ass straight to rehab to get help. Not, however, if you are Mitch Winehouse. If you’re Mitch, the first thing you do is ring the press to do an interview!!!
Here is a man who’s happy to sell every skeleton hanging in his family’s wardrobe just to get his ugly mug in the paper. When Amy Winehouse needed help the most, did Mitch honestly think that talking to Scott Mills on the radio and doing endless TV interviews would help her in anyway? When she needed a specialist doctor to work with her, why did he agree to make a TV show about her life giving a camera crew access all area to her and also help write a book where he invited the author on holiday to see Amy getting clean? Simple – cash monies. With record labels and management teams already treating Amy like a cash cow, surely her Dad would treat her differently and not just see the pound sign above her head? Nope, I bet talking about her troubles paid his mortgage!
When Amy Winehouse first burst onto the scene she was touted as the hottest new voice in the UK. She didn’t really talk about her family, only slagging off her dead beat, taxi driving dad through a handful of songs because he’d left her mum. But when Mitch turned himself into the Winehouse spokesperson he tried to become Saint Mitchell of Southgate, but by then we’d all got the measure of him – a man so desperate to raise his own profile, no member of his family or topic was off limits and everything was shared just for the sake of a couple of quid.
Don't get me wrong, he played the part of the “worried father” quite adequately. I mean, it’s not Oscar worthy, but to the untrained eye, you can understand why people have said in the past “Ahh, poor Mitch, must be hard having a junkie for a daughter.” Hell, even I did it for a nano second. But then my sympathy dried up when it was revealed he’d managed to secure himself his own TV show and released his own album and singles. Those are not the actions of a man spending every waking moment worrying about his daughter!
Mitch, you are just a cabby who’s sperm produced an alright singer. Let’s be honest, if we took away the drugs, the criminal ex-hubby, the excess drinking and public brawling we’d probably be sitting here saying “Amy Winehouse who?”, confining her to the one hit wonder bin along with all the rest of them. All the controversy made Amy more interesting, but it made Mitch seem like a Stage 5 cling-on. Posing for photo sessions with the paparazzi and turning up to premieres all the while sharing with us what Amy had got up to that day!
Mr W, You are NOT a celebrity. Round our way you’d be ostracised for selling out your family the way you did – you certainly wouldn’t be hailed a “celebrity”. Now Amy’s clean I’d like to see how long the interest in Mitch lasts – the number of interviews he’s done has already greatly reduced. I would love it if he had to return to the black cab from whence he came.
Mitch, reality’s calling, it’s time to go back to the day job and leave the singing to your daughter. There’s only room for one Winehouse, and it ain’t you!
POINTLESS CELEBRITY #21 – Mitch Winehouse
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