Remember that time I scrubbed Jessie J? I sure can’t forget it.
At first I thought we might not get along – Jessie doesn’t drink coffee, shock horror, so it’s safe to say I was a little nervous.
But with nerves comes a sense of confidence – I knew this babe was probably playing hard to get.
Once Jessie went public with our relationship with the Daily Mail and Cosmo UK, I knew she’d come around.
After all, who wouldn’t want to tell the world about it?
“I love this scrub! Got it for my bday from @alishadobson. It’s amazing! It’s a full body scrub to tone, cleanse and moisturise. I hate drinking coffee but I WILL rub it all over my body!”
Oh, babe. I’m blushing.
Now it’s only fair that I tell the world how much I love you.
Just like I am Australian born and bred, I love that Jessie loves her hometown, too – South London.
Jessie’s a bit of a rebel, some might call her the British Rhi Rhi. I like that.
But I love that Jessie has a soft side, too. Just like me. She not only takes care of herself but she looks out for others: shaving her famous locks for a good cause.
That’s my type of caring and considerate babe.
Jessie first stole my heart, performing at the 2012 London Olympics, and since then my #frankcrush has only grown stronger – from belting out a ballad to singing me to sleep with a sweet lullaby. Or whispering sweet nothings in my ear, to hosting and mentoring on The Voice UK – I’m not fussed how I get to hear from her, so long as I get to hear her, every day.
#letsbefrank, I think this song is about me.
“I’m feeling sexy and free, like glitters frank’s raining on me.”
“All I will say, is at the end of the day, love is love.”
I couldn’t agree with you more, Miss J.
I love all the babes.
Let’s rekindle soon.