Here is Katie Price with someone else’s hair and her new stand-in boyfriend. On what looks like a fairground ride which is particularly apt as someone’s being taken for a ride.
stand-in boyfriend us no-one, because how fucking stupid do you think we all are, Katie P off-of J?*
So, as predicted in the Holy Bible itself, the Jordandré (TM) reunion is on track for completion just in time for Christmas, a magical time when stupid people have excess pennies to spend on make-up records, ‘auto’biographies (part 7230162. Just how much life has this 31-year-old woman lived?) and OK! magazine covers exclaiming ‘Katie’s most revealing interview yet!’ (just how many revealing interviews has Katie Price given? The whole world’s her gynaecologist as it is… any more revealing interviews and we’ll all be privy to her DNA)…
And today’s installment is that Katie/Jordan/the first bit of Jordandré (TM) has created a living, breathing, column inch-garnering shrine to Peter André off-of shiny head area in her home. How cute. How creepy. How contrived. How now, brown cow.