An ostentatious presidential suite in Manchester. A dramatic album the world is still talking about. Front row at Valentino and performing at Chanel in Paris, her name back in the headlines, an arena tour selling out around her. By every measure, Lily Allen has made it. And yet, she’s not completely convinced. “Everyone f...... likes my stuff,” she tells STM from said pretentious suite against an array of gaudy metallic vases in a casual fitted tee, unlined face and vape at the ready.