Opinion: Frankie Cocozza saint or sinner?

To be published in the Bournemouth Rock Feb 16. 
(Frankie Cocozza: anti-christ or all things nice?)

Frankie Cocozza – the name that will either leave your heart aflutter or fill your fists with fury.  

Please note: if you’re the latter you’re probably not going to enjoy this piece too much. 

I pose it to you that specimen F, mister Cocozza, is not anywhere near as bad as you are led to believe.  

First of all, women surely you should know better. There is no illusion whatsoever that our lady-loving lothario has any intentions of settling down and making an honest woman of you at all. Any sexual relations with him are simply that and little more than another tattoo on his bum. Frankly, let’s face it if you’re sat expectantly waiting for him to call you the next morning, you may want to bring snacks. Those delusional dozen who think otherwise are what a good friend of mine would describe as ‘oxygen thieves’. 

Well how about the cocaine ey, Frankie coke-up-the-nose-a? I hear you say. Guilty, while it’s not the best excuse, we’ve all made mistakes. I mean mine personally don’t include Class-A drugs on an every day basis, but surely being booted off the X-Factor and ruining an already tarnished music career is punishment enough!  

What about his dreadful music? Okay now, no need to get nasty. I’ll admit his cover of ‘I’ve got a feeling’ was torturous to listen too. Apparently scientists are in the process of implementing it as a replacement to the dog whistle next year. But in a world where Justin Bieber, Rebecca Black and Vanilla Ice can all be played on the radio a wannabe 19-year-old singer from Brighton is the least of our worries. 

To conclude, since being booted off X-factor and sadly ending as the runner-up in Celebrity Big Brother, I can hardly say he has been a reformed character or that he left his sordid stunts behind him. But at a time when dark clouds overhang our ‘broken society’ I cannot begrudge the lad a bit of ‘living like a rock-star’ fun.