It was just a couple of weeks ago that Lily Allen announced she was off booze for a while and sticking to cocaine.  In that interview for, uh, Interview, Allen said that her drinking wasn’t out of control; she just didn’t want to provide any ammunition to the press.  She must have rethought that angle.

Now, Lily admits that last summer she passed out in bed and after awaking to a party in her house, couldn’t figure out how she got home.  She had to Google herself to piece together the events of the evening she attended the Glamour awards last July.

Now, I’m not trained in the field of substance abuse counseling, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say that self-Googling with the purpose of trying to figure out if you fucked someone, is a pretty solid sign of addiction.  Lily Allen better never fucking complain about the paparazzi.  If she keeps going at this pace, the paps pics may be able to help her figure out who the baby daddy is some day.  It’s like her own travelling Maury Povich Show.

Pictures above are of Lily on the ill-fated evening.  It’s difficult to believe that there weren’t any harsher drugs involved in a night that includes sky blue nails with matching pumps.

This will end well:

LA: I don’t drink anymore.

DH: You’ve stopped for good?

LA: I’ve stopped for the foreseeable future.

DH: Was the drink getting out of control?

LA: No. I just decided that I didn’t want to give people ammunition to write things about me. I mean, I’ll just take cocaine now without any alcohol. [laughs]

DH: I’ve tried. It’s a nightmare. You become a jibbering wreck.

LA: God, I can’t imagine what that must be like.

DH: Yeah, it’s stupid. It’s the most horrible thing in the world. You’re just totally wired. And because everyone else around you is drinking and you’re not, it makes you really want to drink. But you don’t drink, so you just have more cocaine, which makes you more wired, and then everyone else sort of crashes out, and you say, “I hate myself.”

Old pals Damien Hirst and Lily Allen chat about the best-laid substance-abuse plans in the new issue of Interview.

The third nipple of Lily Allen-always a fascinating topic on a slow news day.  Oh, and the reporter in this clip is beyond creepy.

“The only story is that drugs are bad and they will kill you – you will become a prostitute, a rapist or a dealer. But that’s not true. I know lots of people who take cocaine three nights a week and get up and go to work. But we never hear that side of the story. I wish people wouldn’t sensationalise it. Some people are just bad at taking drugs.”

Lily Allen, who has always been completely responsible about her drug and alcohol consumption, in a controversial interview that’s pissed off a great deal of the U.K.

I’m thinking underwear.  Lily Allen did her best Posh this week wearing Armand Basi whilst shopping at Prada.  Did you like my cultural use of whilst?  I must have been a Brit in a past life.  I use whilst, snog, colour and cad like they belong to me.

Also, pictures of the totally sober Allen here last night showing off a winning smile and a naked ass.  She really is Britain’s answer to Tara Reid isn’t she?

Lily Allen left Nobu in London last night wearing what looks to be a homemade Coco Chanel t-shirt, Daisy Dukes, fishnet tights, gray Uggs and leather gloves. She also looks more than a little bit wasted, despite announcing that she wasn’t going to be drinking these days.

According to the paparazzi who were tracking her, a homeless man on the street got pissed at her because she wouldn’t give him a handout. He screamed at her that he was better dressed than she was, and that she looked like a newspaper.

Heh.

That homeless dude should start a blog.

Image via WENN

Lily Allen has done a cover of Britney Spears’ Womanizer.  A couple of things immediately come to mind:  1)  This song was just released a couple months ago.  We’re already doing remakes?  2)  I am so completely depressed listening to this version.  Like, get me some Lithium, hide all the razors, I need a pen and some paper to jot down a few final thoughts depressed.

What do you all think?  Better than or worse than Britney?  And was a cover of this really necessary ninety days out from the original release?