Like a million other folks, I first discovered UK based Lily Allen when she began posting music on her Myspace page last year. She kind of reminds me of a less goth Kelly Osbourne. Anyway, her record company must be really feeling her debut since they had to have sheeled out the big bucks to have Sophie Mueller direct her first video (although, didn’t Kelly Clarkson already do this video better?). I have to be honest though, although I have no doubt that she has potential to blow up stateside this year, I find her blogs more entertaining than her music - like this one that recalls a recent appearance with a few other music notables:

So , the sun has been shining and people have been enjoying themselves , some people however are twats , including myself .

On Friday , I recorded this show called Transmission T-mobile for channel 4 ………. You’d think that people in bands would be happy they don’t have to sit in an office all day sweating (like Ron Atkinson at Notting Hill Carnival)in this blistering heat . Instead they can wake up late(ish), put on yesterdays clothes, nip in to makeup then do their little singing and bit fuck off to get pissed. Well, you’d be wrong - I joined The Kooks, Dirty Pretty Things and Klaxons in performing for this show, I went to school with Luke from the Kooks I thought he was quite cool then. I was quite annoyed at how much of a bad man he thinks he is, there is no excuse for wearing broken straw hats and dark sunglasses (two storeys underground of Alexandra Palace) while strumming your guitar like you’re treating everyone to an exclusive showcase for your next album, This is a dressing room and your not Jim fucking Morrison OK! I don’t want to hear your rendition of Waterloo Sunset 4 times in an afternoon.

Carl Barat is obviously convinced he is God or something,though the other two guys (who werent in the Libertines) seemed alright. Carl didn’t make eye contact with anyone, not that I could see anyway (and they have ORGANIC sliced bread on the rider). Klaxons were the only people who were likeable and there music is actually something to write home about, unlike the other two. Boys your regurgitated indie rock days are numbered so get over yourselves.

At one point I lost my handbag which I got earlier in the week, it’s my favourite new toy and I was freaking out, it had my two phones (don’t ask) my wallet all my make up and more embarrassingly a whole load of my own press clippings (which I was planning on sending to my grandparents) I’d had a few beers and couldn’t find it anywhere, I then got snappy with my TV plugger Helena, who was helping me look for it. For a minute I believed I was more important than I actually am, and took it out on someone who was trying to help, I am therefore just as bad as as Luke and Carl and behaved like a nob. My friends Seb and Ben joined me (they came to see Klaxons), they told me to stop being Diana Ross and reminded me of the dick I was being, I was rude to them too. I am a twat, but I’m working on not being one.

Lily Allen on Myspace

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