Watch out, people. Amy Winehouse's other half, Blake Fielder-Civil, is out of prison, and no eyeliner-happy, beehive wearing singer is safe. But surprisingly there has been no passionate reunion for the once super-tight couple.

Blake's early release was on the condition that he went straight to rehab, and isn't allowed to have visitors for a week. On the day of his release, wife Amy celebrated in typically unsuitable style outside her Camden home - lunging at paparazzi, throwing punches, and telling the photographers surrounding her home that ‘they all have small c*cks.'

Charming. But that's our Amy!

Blake is understandably keen to reunite with his wife, having been behind bars for 13 months of the couple's 18-month marriage for attempting to pervert the course of justice. He told The Sun: "I'm gonna see my wife and take her knickers down."

Steady on there, Blake. Who knows what lies beneath her undergarments? You might have to keep Ghostbusters number handy.

But Amy's dad, Mitch Winehouse (who seems to love the spotlight an unnatural amount, rather like Dina Lohan), says his daughter has no interest in meeting up with her husband and hasn't seen him for ages.

Amy may not be at her worst physically at the moment, but she's certainly seen better days. She's so often in the press that you almost become numb to her horrendous appearance. Have you ever seen the inlay to the CD of her first album, Frank? It came out in 2003, five years ago before Amy's descent into drug addiction. She looks like a completely different person. She looks beautiful, and I've posted a photo from that era to show how striking she really was.

And talented!

I think Amy Winehouse is awesome, and to waste the gift that she's got would be the real tragedy in all of this. Apart from an early death, obviously. But is addiction ruining her music or for Amy - like Billie Holiday, Ray Charles, and Edith Piaf - does her drug use go hand in hand with her creativity?

Since she hasn't put out any new music in the last two years, I guess the answer is obvious.

Here comes the (scantily-clad) bride

Hugh Hefner's youngest and most recent ex, Kendra Wilkinson, hasn't wasted much time lamenting the end of her crowded relationship with the randy octogenarian. She's already engaged to another bloke.

Kendra said yes over the weekend to the proposal of her boyfriend of not very long, Philadelphia Eagles NFL player Hank Baskett. It seems a match made in sporting heaven. Kendra is football crazy and the Eagles are one of her favourite teams - her mother Patti was even a cheerleader for them in the 1970s.

So what does Hef think about the 23-year-old's quick-fire betrothal. Ever the cool customer, he's happy to offer his full support to old K-Dub, and says he even plans to walk her down the aisle at a wedding at the Playboy Mansion in June.

The girl of the hour has not confirmed anything, although her Myspace page tells a suspiciously different story. Her current Myspace mood? Loved. And the music on her page's playlist is all love songs. Wussy ones.

Forget Hef! The one who'll really be experiencing a touch of the green-eyed monster is Hef's ex-number one gal, Holly. She's mad for marriage, but is currently in a PDA-heavy relationship with greasy magician Criss Angel. Imagine if they reproduced! Like my friend Mel says, they would get his stupid hair and her pre-plastic surgery looks.

I like Kendra. She's as dumb as a post but her outlook on life is always sunny. In Kendraland there's nothing that can't be fixed with a drink from a pimp cup and a bit of a booty shake.

I guess that guy Hank isn't too bothered that's everyone's seen his future wife in the altogether. I mean, what's there to be ashamed of? Kendra has a rocking body, but she's also been very very, er, free with it on TV.

I swear one time I was watching the show while they were working on a pictorial for Playboy in the grotto shower. Kendra lifted her leg (naked, obv), and I must have been watching after the watershed where they bleep all the naughty biological bits out. I swear, I saw right up her no-no hole. Whoops, that's at the back. What's the front? Her yes-yes hole? Um, let's just say I had a view up her rather dark love tunnel. The girl has no shame.

When sporty boy meets glamorous girl

Star couples always garner a lot of attention when Hollywood hotties hook up with an athlete. Think of Posh and Becks or my Tinseltown pet hate, Eva Publicitywhoria, and her NBA playing husband Tony Parker. It's always the man in the sporty side of the relationship, though. For some reason the female football players and basketballers and runners don't hold quite the same allure for rich and famous blokes.

The latest? Newly crowned Formula 1 champ Lewis Hamilton and head Pussycat Doll Nicole Scherzinger. Dating since May, the pair has taken their public lovefest on the road since his title-winning drive over the weekend - travelling from Sao Paolo, Brazil to London and Berlin, and back to Lewis' not so glamorous hometown of Stevenage, Hertfordshire.

The driver and his Pussycat Doll are very much a pair of smitten kittens, and a striking couple to boot. He has simply told the press that he's ‘crazy about her.' Earlier in the week, the exotically named Nicole Prescovia Elikolani Valiente Scherzinger released a video in which she smoochily proclaimed her pride in her boyfriend's Formula 1 success.
"Congratulations baby - I love you, I love you, I love you.

Anyone who's not a Formula One fan then go be a Formula One, and all you Formula One fans out there - be a Pussycat Doll fan, yeah.

'Anyways it's all about the love, and good times and good times call for thanks, gratitude and celebrations so we're so thankful I love you, congratulations baby.'"

Call me a cynic, but I hardly think that a love of Formula 1 racing and an appreciation of a strip-happy band of rather average singers would prove to sit harmoniously side by side. What self-respecting racing fan would admit to liking that song ‘Doncha'?

Spotted

Kid Rock and Kanye West arriving (separately) at a Liverpool restaurant for a pre-European MTV Music Awards dinner...Kate Moss, clad in a pair of very short shorts, out shopping in Los Angeles...Eddie Murphy picking up coffee in Studio City, California, wearing a wifebeater...Natalie Portman walking her little dog in New York's West Village...Katie Holmes taking Suri to get a pizza in New York City...Kate Hudson in Los Angeles wearing a huge tweed winter coat...Keanu Reeves leaving LA's Chateau Marmont on his vintage Norton motorbike.