More Small Stories

I’d seen the Winehouse documentary Amy and loved it. Well I say I loved it, I thought it was brilliant but found it so upsetting that I had to leave before the Q&A and walked home in tears. If you’ve seen it, you’ll know her dad Mitch comes across pretty poorly. In fact, he’s the villain of the piece. I met him years later in the pub after a radio recording I’d performed at. Or did I? Mitch is a distinctive looking character, but I have self-diagnosed prosopagnosia and am notoriously not good at recognising people. He looked like him, he sounded like him but I still wasn’t sure - I’m sure there are quite a few stocky bear-like white-haired cockneys who like drinking with actors in grotty London pubs. It wasn’t until he told a story about meeting Grace Jones that I felt confident it was him. It was a slightly rambling story (no throwing stones here) which had a raucous ending where Grace HEADBUTTED HIM BACKWARDS IN