THERE'S been lots written this week about what pop stars ingest and, clearly, some are more sensible about what they put in their bodies than others.
Girls Aloud beauty Nadine Coyle set the ball rolling after her odd behaviour while 'dining' at London's posh Ivy restaurant.
Apparently the leggy singer ordered a portion of fish with no sauce or vegetables and then, as you do, took scales out of
her bag to weigh it before sending half of it back.
"It was the oddest thing I've seen," said one eagle-eyed onlooker, noticing something fishy was going on. "I couldn't believe it when she just whipped out the mini scales and put them in the middle of the table to weigh bits of fish.
"Even more bizarre was the fact she acted as though this was the most normal thing in the world. Everyone in the Ivy was staring at her, but she just carried on weighing her food."
Still, at least Nadine is trying to look after herself – unlike Amy Winehouse.
Now, I know I've written about this talented waster several times in the past - I don't want to turn into some fan club bore, so I'll shut up for a bit after this - but her bodily intake can hardly go without mention.
Word is that her record company Island have forked out over £500,000 on accommodation, staff and installation of a recording studio in one of her two villas since she began her "working holiday" in St Lucia last year in the hope that she gets her act together and finally follows up 2006's Back To Black. What were the chances of that happening, though?
Yes, she may be living in a Caribbean idyll, but it seems the Rehab star is more concerned with where her next drink is coming from than making music.
Not that you'd know it from hearing her talk. "I think I'm doing very well," Amy is quoted as saying by a reporter who witnessed her down her second shot of tequila before 9am earlier this week. "I'd normally have had six shots by now. Today I've only had two."
Later on she was said to be so keen to get her hands on more tequila she was sneaking gulps straight from the bottle while a barmaid's back was turned.
No sooner has she curbed her addiction to hard drugs, it's been replaced with an appetite for alcohol.
It's a similar – and all too familiar – story with Pete Doherty. Having spent time backstage with Britain's most notorious rock star before his gig in the Capital in March, I wrote for the following day's paper that 'The Doherty on The Picture House stage last night couldn't be more different on the eye to the mumbling, stumbling junkie who last played here two years ago'.
'Sure, we've heard it all before, but it's the way Pete is conducting his business these days that's giving fans cause for optimism'.
That's gone up in the air now, literally, after he was arrested on a BA flight after allegedly being caught in possession of narcotics.
After his arrest at Geneva airport, one of Pete's fellow passengers said, "He had been in (the bathroom] for about 25 minutes when the announcement came over for the crew to prepare the flight for landing.
"Pete was taken back to his seat and he looked completely out of it."
News that he's back on smack (let's face it, what else was the hypodermic needle for?) will come as, err, a smack in the face to fans. Especially after his recent good behaviour had led us to believe he was back on the right road after years of battling addictions.
Not for the first time, Pete created expectations he could never meet.
