Photography exhibition last night at the National Portrait Gallery….

….but one particular portrait gave me the creeps. It was of Mitch Winehouse, Amy’s father. There is no deeper tragedy than the loss of a child but something about this man has always made me feel uneasy. When Amy was alive, he was accused of cashing in on her success, especially when he made a Channel 4 documentary about her, while trying to launch his own career as a jazz crooner. He’s continued to do that since her death, constantly placing himself in the spotlight, which could be why that portrait of him made me feel a bit ooky. At the same exhibition, there’s a portrait of Doreen Lawrence, whose quiet dignity could not have presented a greater contrast. So let’s remind ourselves of the only reason we’ve even heard of Mitch Winehouse.