Most know the feeling. Waking up to a mixture of confusion, nausea, searing pain and, at times, dampness. You're only concerns should be a convenient means of rehydration, easy access to a jacks, and the ability to manipulate a phone into texting your boss if it happens to be a school day. Imagine also having to contemplate making a public apology? Overload. At least she managed to leave the house, not to mention scrub herself up nicely for some Royal Academy Summer Exhibition thingy last night. We'll overlook the fact that Mini Mouse (AKA Jamie Winestone) was keeping her upright...
She posted the following on her myspace whenever she woke up yesterday after the Glamour awards: "Last time I wrote (sic) here, I was defending my honour and dignity, explaining my innocence and also outrage at the press for insinuating my behaviour (sunbathing topless while on holiday in Cannes) was embarrassing... I'm putting my hands up, I got very drunk last night, too drunk. It's not cool, I feel awful and I have to thank my little brother Alf for getting me home safely (eh, and what of the kind groper's efforts?!). Kids, drink responsibly or you'll end up looking like this, not pretty! Was quite fun though, from what I can remember." But not too much fun, kids. Getting (we'll be nice and say 'inadvertently') felt up by a minder never comes under 'fun'. Unless they're good looking.
Seemingly there's a reason for Lily's increasing levels of public debauchery - she's "stressed" about recording her second album. Her label's reportedly given her an autumn deadline 'cause she's been repeatedly putting off trips to the studio. A "pal" told The Mirror: "There is so much pressure on her to get this next album just right that she has been going out to cope with the stress." But that's no way to deal with stress, kids, as her "pal" will tell you: "But she is going about it all the wrong way - she's going to burn out or send herself crazy."
