It’s no wonder the singer and rapper from Hackney feels discombobulated. The way things work in music this year, she has watched her dreams becoming reality having barely stepped out of her childhood bedroom. That’s where she is when she talks to me: her “bedroom-slash-studio-slash-closet-slash-gym-slash yoga room”, as she calls it, with images of skyscrapers on the walls, a large framed picture of the manga-inspired artwork for her April single, Damn Daniel, and numerous bags and dresses hanging up, including one Union Jack minidress somewhat like Geri Halliwell’s.