Caroline Flack Hits Back

Her body, career and relationship status have been tabloid catnip for years. Now, for the first time, she puts every rumour to rest

 

- Lottie Lumsden

"I don't care what people think anymore" says Caroline Flack, gesticulating wildly with a pair of sunglasses. She has a habit of talking quickly, like an excitable child, and has one of those laughs that gets you onside instantly.

We’re sat chatting at Soho restaurant L’Escargot, but midway through telling me how her outlook on life has changed lately, one of the most beautiful-looking Mediterranean men I have ever seen appears at our table with the steak and chips we have ordered for lunch. Caroline turns to me and whispers, “The French accent drives me insane! And the one before him...” She drops her jaw, feigning shock, before adding, “We were like...” That laugh again.

Anyone watching would think that I had known Caroline for years, to hear how uncensored she is today. Dressed in tiny shorts, an oversized camouflage jacket, and with a script for her new play perched on her lap, she tells me everything from why she loves her “womanly” boobs, to how she really fancies a Bloody Mary (it’s only 3.30pm). But, no, we’ve actually only met twice before and, as I’m quickly learning, this is just who Caroline is. Which is probably why people (and that includes me) are a little bit obsessed with her.

In a world where celebrities learn to be so guarded, Caroline, 37, refuses to bother. She’s accessible (just take a look at her Instagram account), makes it known that she loves a good night out, and is vocal about being as unlucky in love as the rest of us. And it’s perhaps that vulnerability that makes her so much more relatable than any A-lister. She is every girl.