Reason #16253638 of why we j’adore Katie Price off-of Jordan off-of Alex Reid is because – like Georgey Michaels and Huge Grant before her – she has the wonderful ability to turn bad press into good press with nothing more than sequins, some flammable garb and a synthetic wig (no Romanian peasant locks here thankingyouverymuch).
When angerful tabloids ‘revealed’ that her cage-fisticuffs squeeze Reid occasionally plasters on his finest Collection 2000 and calls himself Roxanne, Katie the Price is Right, simply chose to harness Alex’s natural penchant for the ladylike in promoting her latest book, Standing Out: My Look, My Style, My Life. Seen oop thar last night in London’s glittering 100 year-old Selfridges, she also enlisted the help of (from left), horse trainer Andrew Gould, brother Danny and friend Phil Turner who dressed in clothes she’s famously – or not so famously – worn in the historical past.
But what are the thoughts on Mr Alex? Somehow he manages to look frumpy in gold lamé. Ooh, and doesn’t Andy look like Jodie Marsh? Oh our goodness, the drama continues…
‘Sing wit me chile…’