Her sore throat is lingering and she arrives nearly two hours late for our interview. When she eventually turns up, she immediately swallows two Nurofens without any water, saying she has period pain shooting down her legs (she had an operation for uterine fibroids in 2020), and forgets to take off her handbag, sitting down with it still on her arm. She looks fragile, in a 1920s pink silk negligee ‘from a thrift store’, with a black fishnet top and white fishnet tights, her arms dotted with tattoos (‘I have tiny tattoos I did myself when I was a teenager and this,’ she gestures at a flame on her arm, ‘I told the artist to do what they want but to this day I don’t know what it means,’ she laughs).