Pre-death I encountered Amy Winehouse quite often
In fact, the first time I knowingly saw her, I was out for a drink with a couple of friends in the Mixer and they were all like, "Look, it's Amy Winehouse!" I was looking round, but all I could see were the Mixer regulars, so I asked, "What, behind that pissed-up girl?"

A few years later when she was more famous, a largish group of us had gone to the Mixer when it transpired that some kind of sportball game was imminent, so those of us who preferred not to have our drinking interrupted by morons braying insults and encouragement at a TV screen (basically all the girls and me) decamped round the corner to the Constitution. About five minutes later, the rest of the lads sheepishly filed in. "We thought you were staying to watch the footballs?" we asked. "Fucking Winehouse showed up, so the place became a paparazzi circus," they replied.

Then there was the time she was smashed out of her head at the Dublin Castle and trading kisses for tequila shots, or the time my (equally drunk) ex-gf tried to get into her car, or the time her, Kate Moss and Kelly Osborne turned the Mixer into some kind of grunge version of Loose Women...to be honest, Camden's a less interesting place without her around.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 14:23, 4 replies)

Who have you encountered since you died?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 14:25, closed)

Whom - as you seem to be in that kind of mood.

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 14:35, closed)

I stand corrected.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 15:04, closed)

Camden sounds like a shithole.
Reminder made never to go there.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 15:44, closed)