The Death of Paula Yates

 

Paula Yates (Suicide Blonde)
April 24, 1959 – September 17, 2000
“When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. Iwas beyond grief.”

This poor chick had been used and abused. I feel  likeshe was an okay kinda gal, that got caught up in a lifestyle that was too muchfor her. The beginning of the end for her, was when her boyfriend MichaelHutchence of INXS died in 1997 – under very unusual circumstances, in a Sydneyhotel. I will do a Michael story, when I find a Findadeath.com friend inAustralia. Personally, I think he died doing the auto erotic asphyxiationthingy, but the coroner insists it was suicide. Paula felt the same, that it wasa sex game gone bad, and it drove her nuts trying to prove that it wasn’tsuicide.

After Michael died, Paula hit the skids. Big time. I reallythink they were in love, well, at least she was. They had a daughter, and namedher Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily. Weird? Well, her other kids, with stinky rockerBob Geldof, have the names Fifi Trixabelle, Peaches, and Trixie (whoops,its Pixie, not Trixie.  Thanks for pointing that out Alan Boyle and DaveBurt.  Note to self – do not drink and update.). Poor kids.Anyway, I’ll try not to get bogged down in too many irrelevant details.

Findadeath.com friendVicki sends us this: I'm sure Paula's daughter Peaches' full name is Peaches Honeyblossom. Don't know if Pixie has a middle name.

Paula lived with Tiger Lily in a home in St.Luke’s Mews, in the Notting Hill section of London. 

Hereis their house.

On Saturday September 16th, 2000, Paula was going about herbusiness. She had a strange habit of going to the local offlicense (liquor store) 

in the nearby WestbournePark Road,

 and buying tiny bottles of vodka (I am not a drunk.I am not a drunk.), sometimes up to 6 times a day. This day was no different.Around 2pm and 4pm, again around 6pm, then 10pm,she wandered over (its only a 2minute walk) barefoot (very odd) overthis crosswalk, 

and bought little bottles of vodka. At the 10o’clock stop, store owner Zhahid Shafi  said she was “barefoot, her hair wasscruffy and thought she wasn’t very drunk, she was certainly tipsy.””She was very, very down and speaking slowly. I asked her, ‘Do you needhelp?’ She said, ‘I’ve got problems but I’ll be OK. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’min a hurry.’ She bought kitchen cleaner and furniture polish. They were thelast legal substances she would buy. Here is a picture ofthe door of the shop, note the headline of the newspaper ad. This was lessthan 48 hours after her body was discovered.

UPDATE Monday Sept 25 – Myself and my buddyRyan went back to Paula’s house on Saturday evening.  First we stopped in afew pubs, so we were pretty juiced, then we went to the off license.  Iwent in and asked for a “bottle of Paula Yates vodka.”  Iknow.  How ashamed am I?  Okay, not much.  Hesold me this bottle.  

Remember, this is the evening of herfuneral.  God, I’m tacky.  Then I asked the guy behind the counterabout Paula.  He said she was a very nice woman.  Then he said, and Iswear you cannot make this shit up, “I’m going to miss her.  She was agood customer.  I’m going to lose a lot of money.”  We werebuckled over laughing.  Okay, its not that funny, but how funny!

On Sunday morning the 17th, a friend called Paula. LittleTiger Lily answered the phone. She said that she couldn’t wake her mother. Nuffsaid. Paula had basically been on suicide watch for a couple of years sinceMichael died. Once she tried to hang herself. So the friend rushes to the houseto find Paula in the bedroom laying in her own vomit. She called the ambulanceat 10:10am, and they arrived shortly thereafter. Paula was pronounced dead at11:15am. They removed herbody 

from the house, from thisfront door.

 

She was only 41.

They found heroin, pot, and a ton of tiny vodka bottles aroundher. Her body was taken away for an autopsy. Their results are inconclusive,but we’ll know more eventually. No funeral plans yet, but I’ll bet she’ll becremated and somehow scattered wherever Michael Hutchence is. Some say thatPaula had some of Michael’s ashes in a pillow in her house. I don’t know… It’sall too much really. When I get all the info, I’ll post it.

Most of her friends agree that Paula did not commit suicide,but that this was an accidental overdose. Nevertheless, it was extremelyirresponsible and totally fucked up, especially with a kid involved.

The media is now making this woman out to be some sort of sadcase, which she was. Sadly, this is the same media that totally destroyed her.They picked at her every fault, at any given chance. This girl couldn’t sneezewithout some story surfacing about her being a coke head or something. Ihonestly believe that they are at least partly responsible for what happened toher. And that is my soap box speech.

A lot has been made out about Paula’s last publicappearance at the premiere of the Madonna film, The Next Best Thing. I satbehind her at that, and she was fine. Not at all like people made her out to be.Drunk, out ofcontrol and asked to leave. True, she did leave, but she wasn’tat all out of hand.

On a final intrusive note, when I went to the house yesterday,I stuck my camera in her window.  

Not much to see, but a few Paula artifacts are visible.  Poor woman. To have to deal with whores like me, picking through her life.  Still, itis fascinating, isn’t it?  We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t. Unfortunately, the Princess Diana syndrome has not gone away, and strangersare leaving flowers for Paula.  

A sweet sentiment, but I really don’tget that.  They didn’t know her, and never will.  Give the money forthe flowers to church or buy one of those dull, homeless magazines. Flowers are pretty, but not laying in some alley, just waiting to be pitchedout.  It’s just a waste.  Soap box statement number two over. And out.

NOTSOFAST UPDATE-

So the funeral was last Saturday, at theChurch of Mary Magdalene (appropriate) beside the Davington Priory near Favisham,Kent.  Loads of celebs attended including Annie Lennox and Dave Stewart(they were best man and maid of honor at Paula and Bob Geldof’s wedding), JoolsHolland (a charmless British presenter), Paul Young (not the dead one,obviously), Simon and Yasmin Le Bon, Midge Ure, Rupert Everett and (ugh)Bono.  Bono sang Blue Skies. Other hymns played were IVow To Thee My Country and Jerusalem.

Paula was in a whitecasket, covered in Tiger Lily’s.  

On it was a note that said, “ILove you Mummy,” from her daughter Tiger Lily.  Supposedly, Paula waswearing a two piece mink bikini that she loved, but the people at the ChelseaFuneral Services denied that and said she was wearing “normalclothes.”  The service lasted 55 minutes, and to top it off, whiletaking her casket from the church, a recording of These Boots are made forWalking, sung by Paula herself, was played.  This supposedlycracked everyone up.  Bob Geldof was in charge of the arrangements, and tohis credit, it sounds like he did a bang up job.  Well done, Bob.

After the service, the hearse took Paula tothe Kent County Crematorium to be cooked.  Another alleged incident was thefact that Paula supposedly wanted to be cremated with that pillow that hadMichael Hutchence’s ashes in it.  The crematorium supposedly forbade it because it was against some sort of rule.

Supposedly Paula owed over 2 grand in drugdebts.

Later that evening, 2 very tipsy death hagswent to Paula’s house.  I think it was empty, but the lights were on andthe Christmas lights were twinkling.  More flowers and notes from peoplethat never met Paula were there.  Candles, crayons, candy and a badillustration of Scooby Doo were there.  Why do people do this?  Like Ihave any room to talk.  I did take a pic of the house and you can see Paula’spurse collection hanging on a wall.

MORE AUGUST 2001 from Findadeath.com friend Kevin Fitzpatrick:  

Bob Geldof is still seething at his hated romantic rival, Michael Hutchence. The architect ofLive Aid who was dubbed “St. Bob” for his altruistic endeavors, reveals his lingering bitterness toward Hutchence on his new albumSex, Age and Death. Hutchence is the subject of the song “Inside Your Head.” Referring to the bizarre house switch that was part of the divorce settlement between Geldof and PaulaYates in whichshe and Hutchence moved into Geldof’s house, while Geldof and his girlfriend moved into Hutchence’s smaller housenearby. Geldof sings, “You got the gold, I got the lead/You got the palace, I got the shed/You got a life, you left me for dead.” At one point in the song, Geldof refers to Hutchence’s 1997 suicide by singing, “Why put a noose around your neck?” Another number, “One for Me,” is a love song to Yates. Geldof told the London Daily Mail: “Some things are unsayable, but maybe I can articulate them in music.”

Also, in July of 2001 – a man was trying tosell Paula’s possessions that were chucked in a bin of her seaside home. He went to the papers trying to sell them for 40,000.  One of the papers,The Mirror, busted him publicly and Paula’s estate is following up with legalaction.  

You can read about Michael’sdeath here.

Except for this:  In the news, Police have issued astatement saying that they have found Amphetamine, Cocaine and Angel dust at theflat of Paula Yates, but there is no sign of her other daughter.

This just in, January 2004, from Findadeath friend Sarah:

Hi Scott,

I *love* your site. As you said, innocently creeeeeepy. I thought you’d like this tidbit on PaulaYates.

After Paula’s death, in fact one day after it, Bob Geldof (Paula’s ex-husband) was awarded temporary custody of Tiger Lily who was orphaned when Paula  died.  Considering the circumstances of Tiger Lily’slife, I think this is an example of Geldof’s truly compassionate nature.

Then there was a custody battle between Geldof and Michael Hutchence’s half sister, TinaShoor, who wanted to bring Tiger Lily to her home in Burbank. Apparently Hutchence’s mother was backing Shorr’spetition, but Hutchence’s FATHER very publicly backed
 Sir Bob’s! For one thing the entire Hutchence family blamed Paula for Michael’s death, apparently, and foranother Bob was already raising his and Paula’s three daughters, so it seemed like the best fit for TigerLily, living with her half-sisters (and a nice dig at Paula, giving her kid to herex-husband). But ah, I amsuch a cynic. 🙂

And in December 2000, Geldof was awarded permanent custody of Tiger Lily.

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