After a WHOLE week apart.


Somebody once pointed this out to us in a history class, but imagine being born in 1925. When you were made to wear long skirts and talk  about darning socks and THERE WEREN”T ANY MOBILE PHONES.

Then imagine being a teenager in WW2. When you had to hide in bomb shelters and talk about rations and THERE WEREN”T ANY MOBILE PHONES.

Then imagine your boyfriend if your boyfriend went war and you were on your own for four years and THERE WEREN”T ANY MOBILE PHONES.

It sounds quite difficult. And rather lonely. And not remotely like spending a week on holiday with your girlfriends, while your boyfriend promoted his latest single. While in possession of a Facebook account. And a Twitter profile. AND A MOBILE PHONE.



But according to onlookers, Frankie Sandford and Dougie Poynter leapt into each other's arms and snogged each other's faces off in the airport. In front of a LOT of paps. Maybe the aeroplane food was bad and they were hungry. But the whole thing sounds a tiny bit sickening to us.



What do you think of Frouggie’s rather public display of affection? Too much? Or totally justified and kind of awww? And how much do you think Sugar writer Corinne needs to take some art classes?