More or less, anyway. She’s not really offering blood, toil, tears, and sweat. Instead, Dutch entrepreneur Aryan Tieleman is offering Amy blood, tears, sweat, urine, and less identifiable human effluvia by the bucketful. And Amy, who’s being kept on a short leash by her family, sounds like she might accept.

Tieleman is the main investor in a new club called Watt, slated to open this September. Watt’s unique selling feature, aside from its location in the heart of Rotterdam’s drug district, is its eco-friendly electrical system, powered by sweat and urine from the guests.
According to Tieleman, “it is as good as certain” that Amy will perform there opening night, assuming she lives that long. Luckily, Amy won’t be expected to provide the sweat, urine, vomit, etc., to keep the lights on. Anything leaving Amy Winehouse’s body would probably cause the club to self-destruct into a twitching pile of rubble—although it would probably hold off long enough to gash itself with the window panes and get some pointlessly ugly tattoos before the final collapse. The stuff that leaks out of club-hopping Dutch heroin addicts is probably healthier by miles. And no, I’m not being sarcastic.