In the strangely modern genre of junky baiting Amy Winehouse is very much the now and for this reason the Brighton centre could have sold out several times over last night despite the almost daily reports that Mrs Winehouse is only a couple of beats away from total meltdown/rock and roll death. It was these reports that were foremost in the minds of an increasingly restless crowd, two hours after the support act had left the stage, with no sign of Winehouse.

It was at around the two hour mark that the crowd at last responded to my calls for a riot and really started to get restless, I had been attempting to incite the mob from around the one hour fifteen mark, but the house had been gradually cranking up the PA system in an attempt to cover our increasingly vocal grumblings. This was probably made worse by the fact that many of us had to be on a train back to London by 11.30. (Including the comedian Stewart Lee who I shared a carriage with).

We couldn't see the stage while we waited as it was hidden behind a curtain but the set, when it appeared, wasn't very complicated, so it seems reasonable to assume that the delay originated with Winehouse. I hope she missed a train, I expect she was feeding Crack to a hamster and forgot the time, I fear she doesn't give a fuck about anyone least of all her fans, or for that matter herself, she certainly didn't seem to be that enamoured with her band.

She appeared on stage about ten minutes before I would have walked out and for that I have to be thankful. She didn't move around the stage much, when she did it was jerky. (Have you seen the youtube video of the little girl with muscular dystrophy dancing in leg callipers, yer just like that). The whole visage is childlike, a little girl that has raided her mother's wardrobe and is tottering around in high heals and make up. When she allowed her dress to ride up, or she adjusted her cleavage, somehow it heightened the sense that what we were witnessing was exploitative. In short she looked just like the Amy Winehouse the press loves, a vunerable mess.

All she said to the crowd before she started singing was 'hello Brighton', but then she sang and all was forgiven. I'm quite confident that the sound of her vomiting is tuneful. She has an amazing voice and managed to keep her mouth close enough to the mike to blast out pretty much every note. I'm no expert, but as far as I was concerned her performance was excellent. This is what sets her apart form that other dancing junky Pete Doherty, I saw Doherty in Camden and he was shit.

She did stop one song short, we all held our breath for the meltdown, but she started again and nailed it. She disappeared from the stage at one point to allow her band to introduce themselves/ take drugs, (no the band weren't taking drugs, I'm inferring she was, she could have just needed the toilet) but she came back on again and even, I'm told, did an encour.

So excellent for singing, but you let yourself down through poor timekeeping Amy; we're worried about your commitment Amy; we're worried that you have stopped giving a shit about your public. Is this that surprising, do we really give a shit about her? (Before she came on I checked the Internet on my phone to see if she was dead, after all if she was dead I could get an earlier train).

Update: I wrote this in a place where I couldn't watch the youtube post I link to; having reviewed the post I've appalled even myself! Of course I didn’t make the video