Amy Winehouse inspired me to quit a soul-crushing job | Amy Winehouse

At 6am on a bleak October morning in 2006, I was driving down the North Circular in London to a job I hated. I usually kept the radio low, a background murmur to keep me focused on the road. But that morning I turned up the volume allowing the buoyant bassline from Amy Winehouse’s Rehab to reverberate through my Ford Ka. As Amy’s rich voice conveyed the depths of her despair, I stared…