It's a shame you didn't include that, especially the Winehouse bit, because it does hold Estelle open to attacks of the "why can't white people sing soul?" variety and it would be a fair point.

She refused to be cowed by anything in the States, either, giving as good as she got: "They kept saying 'bloo-y' [with a glottal stop] this' and 'bloo-y that'," says Estelle, pursing her lips in distaste. "I was like, have you ever heard a British person before? Where do you think I'm from? No one's ever said 'bloo-y' like that."

I have no idea what the fuck she's going on about here.