Amy Winehouse spent her Saturday night partying in Camden, and by “partying” I of course mean “punching windows and bare-knuckling security gates.” Sounds fun, doesn’t it? According to The Daily Mail

Amy started running with a mystery pal to live music bar Stables. Before she got to the club she slumped down outside a shop, then jumped up to slam her fist into the shop’s metal security blind. She arrived home in a distraught, tearful state with red marks on her face. Her hands were filthy and one of her fingers was blackened from punching the grill.

Who could blame her? We all know how much smack security gates talk. It’s all, “Who you lookin’ at, bitch?” this and “That’s right — keep walkin’” that. I just try to avoid them now. And don’t even get me started on ATMs or newspaper stands. They might try to tell me I’m a “paranoid schizophrenic” with “delusions” and that I “need to take my thorazine,” but they don’t fool me for a minute. I know a trouble-maker when I see one.