The Making, Breaking & Remaking Of Lily Allen

Fame. Fortune. Love. Shes had it all, lost it all, and now? Shes making sense of it all in her most revealing interview yet

- Katie Mulloyloy

Lily Allen is not a cartoon. Now, to be fair, she does look ever-so-slightly like she has rolled straight out of the pages of a Manga comic and onto the sofa opposite me in her North London studio. She has fluoro-pink hair and orange nails; big, wing-lined eyes on a teeny little face; sharp, pretty, forever-young features. But look beyond that. Because you need to know this – hell, she’s written a whole book trying to tell you this – Lily Allen is not a cartoon.

As the fresh smoke from her Marlboro cigarette twists into nothing above her, she admits that she’s scared. Outside, beyond the bunker of her cramped, eclectic, unremarkable little studio, it is late summer and she is still weeks away from the publication of her very revealing memoir, My Thoughts Exactly. She knows better than anybody what’s coming once it goes on sale – that she has handed the tabloids and the trolls everything they’ve ever wanted. “I guess I am anxious about it,” she shrugs. “But I also think those people will always have an agenda.” By the time you read this, the book will have been released and its juiciest bits shredded and splattered across the internet into a thousand different click-bait headlines. Still, should you have missed them, let’s revisit the highlights quickly.

Lily once had sex with Liam Gallagher. On a plane.

Lily has been a drug user since her teens. Cocaine. Weed. Ecstasy. Ketamine. Heroin… almost.

Lily cheated on her then-husband, Sam Cooper, repeatedly. With men and women. This involved female escorts who would arrive at her hotel rooms, bag of sex toys in hand.

Lily had a stalker. Lily had a breakdown. Lily had everything on a silver platter and still f*cked it up.