I SEE Lily has treated the breakdown of our relationship with the respect it deserves, which is to say, by writing a song about my butt plugs. There’s a bit about a vasectomy as well, is there? Great.
I realise you’re only dimly aware of me due to Stranger Things and the aforementioned anal accessories. I am not surprised when people ask: ‘David, how could you possibly cheat on Lily Allen, a top pop star whose last album came out seven years ago and who has a good three songs you’d recognise?’
It is shocking, I know, that I turned to other women when I could have been listening to her singing and opinions all day, every day.
Make no mistake, Lily is totally the victim here, surprised and devastated by me shagging other women after she specifically agreed to it and laid down ground rules. They say I was jealous and threatened by her burgeoning acting career in 2:22 A Ghost Story – no, me neither – but that play was undoubtedly the beginning of a bright career doing Shakespeare and Ibsen, I’m sure.
Lily has every right to be upset. Just like I’m sure her first husband was when she had sex with women and said it didn’t count because they were ladies. Obviously my shenanigans are not excused by the same logic. Or by having to spend Christmas with Keith Allen, which is, frankly, a big ask.
Perhaps Lily could compare notes on being the spurned spouse with Nicole Appleton, having boinked Liam Gallagher on a plane when he was still married to her. Credit to Nicole, whatever pain she felt at being exposed – who by? Was it perhaps Lily herself flogging a book? – she didn’t channel it into an album inexplicably containing reggae.
Yes, I definitely agree we should feel sorry for my ex because of the incessant paparazzi and media attention she’s had over the years. Poor her, having all her personal issues dragged out in public, through no fault of her own. Yet again.