Lily Allen is funny without being a comedy act and pop without being twee. And she could probably kick your backside all the way from here to Camden and still have you feel good about it afterwards.

Admittedly, constant radio play of Smile does make it somewhat grating after the 153,476th hearing, but what girl hasn't felt smug when she sees her ex miserable without her and then feels a bit but not very guilty about it. And the list of ever-more ridiculous excuses for an over-enthusiastic suitor in Knock Em Out ("I've lost my phone. . . I've got syphilis") are sure to raise a wry laugh.

Alright, Still continues in the same vein. Lily Allen may sound sweet as pie, but she's got a sharp streak you could cut yourself on. The sound may be blithe, with ska influences creating that "essential summer sound", but the lyrics are biting and God help any unsuspecting male who crosses Lily and her mates.

No, there's public humiliation for an ex with less-than-adequate tackle in Not Big, and for anorexic wannabes in Littlest Things. Lily Allen has a big gob, she isn't afraid to use it, and we wanna be in her gang.