![]() ![]() Other times we’d go out for a night in Camden: the Hawley Arms, the Good Mixer and Marathon Bar, before ending up at Koko if it was a Friday night. When we went to her house, Amy would cook dinner we’d drink wine and chat for hours. Back to Black had just been released and it was picking up momentum, but Amy’s world was still pretty normal. Amy would cook dinner and we’d drink wine and chat for hoursĪmy asked me to work for her in late 2006, making her my first big client since I’d started out as a stylist. In time we’d recognise ourselves to be two of life’s misfits and our friendship cemented in the years that followed. I don’t know how or why, but right away Amy and I found comfort in each other. Apparently, they thought we were giving them “evils” and were about to come over to kick off.Ī bond formed that night. Right away, the pair bounded over with huge, playful grins. Half an hour of plotting and planning followed, after which Jon sent two martinis to their table. It was only after someone said her name that I registered her familiar face. Amy’s debut album, Frank, had been released, but I wasn’t aware of who she was her music wasn’t on my radar. We spotted this handsome guy sitting with a striking girl across from us. My friend Jon and I were on a night out at Soho’s Freedom Bar. I’d hope, at least, to be afforded space and privacy room to heal and time to process – all things I desperately longed for in the years to come. I don’t know what it is to lose someone who isn’t in the public eye, who isn’t famous. For me it was also the beginning of a new, painful chapter: the start of a grieving process that would consume me for a decade. The rest is a bit of a blur.įor many who heard the news that day, Amy’s death marked the end of an era. Rather than console me, most of the group decided to leave me, because I was “bringing the vibe down”. I still get a lump in my throat when I think about it, and feel a desperate need to pick that girl up off the dirty ground to give her the care she needed. All I could muster were the words, “No, no, no,” as I doubled over. These words reverberated through my brain and body.
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