Amy Winehouse might've won five Grammies last night and got to warble via a live satellite link up - but that doesn't change the fact that her favourite Camden boozer, The Hawley Arms, went up in smoke on Saturday night (I feel moderately to blame as I happened to be visiting Landan at the weekend. The building just combusted into flames when I walked past it on my way to The Lock Tavern on Chalk Farm Road - that's where all the well proper hot people go, innit). Winning five Grammies also doesn't change the fact that her husband is a plank. So, your wife is fresh out of rehab and is about to endure the most important night of her career. What do you do? Ring her from prison claiming you attempted suicide. A "pal" told The Sun: "Blake told Amy he had hanged himself in his cell. Now it seems it didn't happen and she's asking why he'd tell such an awful lie." Um, because he's an insensitive, insecure control freak? Seemingly, prior to this, Blake sent her a letter from prison which said: "Baby, oh darling. I'm so worried that now you're thinking straight you'll realise I'm not worthy of you." Unsupportive, guilt trips. That's true love, right there...