I’ve just sent a link to Lily Allen’s new album, West End Girl, to every woman I know – along with the message: “Listen to this from start to finish, like an audiobook. Every woman should have this album number one on their playlist! Absolute fire.” To say I feel “seen” would be an understatement.
Not only does the album cover the ignominy of being cheated on in plain sight in the name of “ethical non-monogamy” – and the simple, brutal indignity of dating – but it unravels the pain of the breakdown of a marriage when you have children.
