EXCLUSIVE Freddy Brazier looks besotted as he enjoys first date with controversial influencer, 22, once blasted for dating a 16-year-old
The son of Jeff Brazier and the late Jade Goody, 20, was beaming from ear to ear over drinks with social media star Tasha Newcombe, 22, in London.
Tasha hit headlines herself last summer when she, then 21, became romantically involved with 16-year-old Marko Vituk, from Maidstone.
But it appears she has moved on from GCSE-age Marko as her and Freddy sipped on champagne before heading bowling at Roxy Ball Room for their first date - on what would have been his mother Jade's 44th birthday.
The Race Across The World star - who is currently embroiled in his family's legal war - couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he was seen sitting opposite Tasha,who works as a party rep, on their date, before the pair headed up to the bar together.
Freddy lost his mother Jade when he was just four years old after she died from cervical cancer in 2009, and has since been raised by his dad Jeff.
In the years since, Jeff has clashed multiple times with Jade's mum Jackiey Budden, and it was revealed last month the TV star is taking action in an attempt to legally block contact between his son and his grandmother, ' to keep him safe'.
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Making sure he looked his best for the date, Freddy shared a glimpse of his relaxing pamper day on Instagram on Wednesday.
In a string of snaps and videos on Instagram Stories, Freddy revealed he treated himself to an early-morning sunbed.
After the session, he then headed to the salon for a pedicure, and posted a clip of the treatment on social media.
Tasha found herself at the centre of a media storm last year when she received a stream of backlash from TikTok viewers who blasted her relationship with then 16-year-old Marko 'insane' due to the five year age gap.
In response to the ongoing controversy, Tasha took to TikTok to give further details of the relationship, insisting that she was initially unsure about pursing Mark but that they had a 'healthy, happy and loving relationship'.
Tasha says has 'done social media for six years', and now boasts 263.3K on TikTok with 10 million likes for her glamorous, party oriented videos.
She described her relationship of three months with Marko as 'legal' despite the many viewers opposing it - but the recent snaps with Freddy suggest their relationship came to end.
It comes after Freddy reportedly skipped his brother Bobby's birthday bash amid his feud with dad Jeff over his relationship with grandmother Jackiey.
Freddy looked longingly at Tasha as she stood across from him during their date near Tower Bridge
The pair enjoyed drinks outside before heading up to the bar together
Making sure he looked his best for the date, Freddy shared a glimpse of his relaxing pamper day on Instagram on Wednesday
EastEnders star Bobby turned 22 on June 2, and while other loved ones including his father and step-mum Kate were present, his sibling was noticeably absent.
Despite Freddy acknowledging the birthday online, it is said that there was 'sadness' felt by the family that Freddy wasn't there to celebrate in person.
A source told The Sun: 'It was a really nice family occasion but everyone really missed Freddie.
'He was of course invited but he is making his feelings quite clear at the moment about who he wants to be spending time with.'
They added: 'He did acknowledge that Bobby's birthday online but there was some sadness that he wasn't there with his brother.'
Freddy recently defied dad Jeff by sharing a new TikTok on Tuesday which included a picture of his nan Jackiey amid the family's legal war.
The picture was from the day Freddy and Jackiey were spotted smoking suspicious cigarettes after their recent reconciliation, despite his dad Jeff's war to block contact.
Freddy has reportedly been living with his grandmother for the past week and clearly shares a close bond with her.
Earlier this week Freddy defied his dad Jeff Brazier by sharing a new TikTok which included a picture of his nan Jackiey Budden amid the family's legal war
Freddy was seen puffing with his gran, 68, in front of tourists near Tower Bridge in South London this week, after the Mail On Sunday revealed Freddy had been living with his maternal grandmother for a week.
He cut a casual figure in a burgundy top and beige shorts while Jackie wore her own joggers rolled up to her knees and sported bandages on her hands, with onlookers telling The Sun that she was 'acting erratically'.
They told the publication: 'The pair were puffing away in the open, in full view of tourists passing by and there was an aromatic smell in the air. It didn't seem to be normal tobacco they were smoking'.
Meanwhile Jackiey said: 'As long as Freddy smokes with me he's safe. At least I know what he's smoking as it's nasty out there.'
Freddie returned to TikTok with Jackiey in a slideshow video captioned: 'Why don't we fall in love.'
He uploaded a series of individual images against the backing track to Amerie's song of the same name.
Snaps included ones showing him lying on the grass with a dog and playing football.
Freddy previously took to his TikTok with a video of himself and Jackiey performing a trend as they danced alongside a female pal to a song which shockingly used the N word.
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