Amy Winehouse celebrated her husband’s early release from jail yesterday by attacking a photographer in London. Whoa. She looks just like a mother bear protecting her cubs . . . if her cubs were smokable and made of crack. The Daily Mail says:

Winehouse looked far from jubilant [the day of Fielder-Civil's release] as she emerged with make-up smeared across her face. She appeared to be in an agitated state, lunging at a photographer [and] shouting: ‘Who’s first? Who wants some?’

Winehouse was [later] pictured clutching a prescription and falling into a cab, her face streaked with dirt and tears.

Just another victorious day for the Winehouse! See, the trick is to set the bar so low that everything short of accidental suicide can be tallied as a resounding success. Sure, I might feel shitty when I first wake up in that ditch covered in vomit, but then I’ll remember I’m not dead and instantly feel okay about myself again.

Here’s some pictures of Winehouse attacking the paps, falling over in the cab, being grumpy, then being smiley yesterday.