a little mouse with clogs on, well i declare

i was watching the 'amy winemouse' video earlier (youtube it if it's passed you by, it's a goodie) of old aime and PD playing with baby mice.
it's weird.
who decorated the place? the room is lit by a blue bulb, which, frankly, is hardly the most flattering of lights even when you are feeling peachy, let alone when you are rocking the skeleton in a stretched yellow Marigold look.
so, Amy picks up one of the baby mice and in baby mouse voice starts talking to hubby asking him not to leave her, and I found myself thinking – what if it's all an elaborate hoax!
what if she's not really a caner but is in bed, make up removed and fully moisturised for 10pm, so she gets a bit of quality shuteye before getting up, donning the frantically backcombed beehive wig and manky charidee shop bra, smearing a bit of kohl round her eyes so she can 'fake stumble' into the garden for the paps to get their shots.
what if it's all a front, some clever marketing ploy to keep her in the headlines.
well, i'm buying it!