Come on, Flanagan. There's more to you than a porn-star pout and a cracking pair of breasts.
Helen Flanagan. She’s always there. Everywhere! All of the time.
Puckering up and staring right at me with those piercing blue peepers.
Via half-naked selfies on Twitter and Instagram. Sometimes she’s even there when I close my eyes.
And now she’s turned rock n’ roll muse for an antipodean rock band called The Neo-Kalashnikovs.
Which means even MORE Helen Flanagan, but in motion!
Lolloping about the house with her nipples out in a see-through nightdress.
Which also means I’ve now seen so much of Flana’s 32E breasts (congrats) they’re almost as recognisable to me as mine.
In the video, Hels also sparks a ciggie up on the patio, swigs Vodka from a bottle, and frolics about in pants and smeared make-up wannabe Courtney Love style.
But you’re not Courtney Love, love – though you ARE an indescribable vision.
One that after 4 minutes 24 seconds made me wish I could rewind time.
Because I’ve finally reached full-Flanagan capacity. Even one more bit of side-boob and I think I might cry.