Amy Winehouse clearly needs some “life counseling.” The alcoholic, perpetually drugged-out singer’s life has been a series of stupid human tricks in recent months, including a go at lighting a vodka shot and snorting it through a straw.

Guess who’s stepping up to the plate to guide the troubled chanteuse through the minefield of narcotics?

Keith “I only get ill when I give up drugs” Richards.

Last week the Strolling Bones guitarist with London’s Mail on Sunday about Wino:

“Mind you, that girl isn’t going to be around long unless she sorts herself out pretty quick. Amy’s got to get smart.”

Richards, 64, said he did not expect her to listen.

He said: “I’m not a preacher. But I’ve been there and you have to pass it on.”

The former heroin addict admitted he still “smokes weed all the damn time” and said he was once so high on drugs he let a firework burn his finger to the bone.

Is there a single more hypocritical drug-abuse adviser on the planet? (Other than Pete Doherty, of course.) This is a guy who admitted last year that he once snorted the ashes of his late father “after grinding him up with a little bit of blow.”

On the other hand, maybe the reason “Keef” survived this long was his daily regimen of wild cherry valium and heroin speedballs, washed down with everclear. Could be.