Amy Winehouse Round-Up: No Glove, No Love

Amy Winehouse might be writing “suicidal” choons and scratching her face to bits like some Dickensian flophouse resident, but at least she can pull it together when it’s time to have tea with hubby (in jail).

Yes, Winegums actually scrubbed up quite nicely for her access visit with Blake Fielder-Civil, even thoughtfully donning gloves so that, presumably, a) she wouldn’t spread impetigo germs all over her own face and b) so she could lovingly give Blake a full cavity search. Er, sorry, so she wouldn’t infect him, either.

Amy has been battling the infection impetigo, and it looks as if she’s taken to wearing rubber gloves to prevent the condition worsening.

Either that or she was planning to help out in the kitchen at Pentonville, where Fielder-Civil is incarcerated while he waits to be tried for perverting the course of justice following as assault in a pub.

Alternatively, Amy is making a style statement – though with a rip in her miniskirt, it seems more likely that she left the house in an enormous hurry.

The beehive at least was in perfect condition and Amy used the mirror on the car to make sure her headscarf was on straight. She told photographers that she was going to “give Blake a kiss today”.

Eww!

And we’re now eww-ing because of the impetigo, either, but because – what with his being locked up and all – we’d forgotten there was a time when Winegums used to PDA all over her zombified crypt-robbing excuse for a husband. Sure, kiss him, Amy, if you want to catch another fifty or so infections!