Lily Allen has been getting a lot of attention lately, and somehow I don’t think it’s a coincidence. Recently, she apparently bought a beach in Jamaica while drunk (shopping after you’ve had a few is never a good idea) and sent topless mobile photos to the wrong person (they went to the Kaiser Chiefs’ Ricky Wilson but she’s “joked” it was intended for ’80s singer Rick Astley — not sure which is worse.)
Allen also “slipped” and said she’ll be playing the Glastonbury Music Festival; and the festival organizers haven’t even confirmed any of the acts. She’s been candidly telling the press various things like she doesn’t think she’s talented and that she makes no money from and hates her first album, Alright, Still.
Even her dad is supposedly trying to tell her to shut up — but not before she claimed that, in addition to everything else she’s been up to, she also had sex with not one, but two lesbians — twins, no less.
She’s on the cover of February’s Gay Times, and in the interview, she told the magazine:
I was on the sofa and I had them both, I was dancing and shoving my arse on one of them and one on my front bottom. … That’s the only time, but I do have wet dreams — lesbian dreams — quite a lot.
First of all, way too much information. Front bottom? Really? Secondly, I bet there’s no connection to all of this and the release of her new album, It’s Not Me, It’s You next month. The first single, “The Fear,” comes out next week.
While she could just be on some wild guerrilla publicity rampage, I do give Lily credit for her support of equal rights. After dishing about her “lesbian snog,” she told the Gay Times:
I just feel you have no right to hate anyone because of how they’re born …I think if you’re a human being with a heart in your chest, you’re the same as everyone else.
I think Lily and I actually have a lot in common. Though I won’t be buying any beaches in Jamaica anytime soon, I can dig talking crap about Katy Perry.