POLLY HUDSON
Please Katie Price, dump these Turkey-teethed grifters… what happened to the girl I once met with the world at her feet?
Over and over again we’ve seen it – some loser hitches his wagon to her ride and either directly or just because he’s much more interesting now he’s her husband or boyfriend, he rakes it in.
More often than not bad-mouthing her all the way to the bank once they’ve split up, too.
This week, as Katie revealed her shock marriage ceremony at first sight to Dubai wide boy Lee Andrews, the danger of history repeating itself seems all too real.
Whether they’ve filed the paperwork to make it legal yet or not, she’s clearly in this relationship up to her neck.
Come on Katie, you’re better than this! How many times do you have to go through the same experience before you wise up?
Speaking woman to woman, I beg, please stop wasting your time with these low rent lowlives.
You’ve got more about you than that, Katie – and you deserve better. This new bloke is such an obvious red flag he might as well have one tattooed on his forehead.
Katie’s been picking herself up and dusting herself off after being disappointed by men she’s foolishly trusted with her heart since forever.
I interviewed her many years ago, when Harvey, now 23, was a newborn. There was no maternity leave for this single mum. Harvey’s dad Dwight Yorke had left her high and dry after – as Katie has claimed in the past – cheating on her.
Gentleman to the end, he denied he was the baby’s father until a paternity test proved the truth.
She was just 24 years old, critics had said her pregnancy would be the end of her burgeoning career and she was there to show them just how wrong they were.
She had big dreams, and was full of ambition, more motivated than ever to succeed now she had a son to provide for.
She’d come from a normal, working class background, was already doing well, and would go on to make a fortune.
That’s more than you can say for any of the desperate hangers on who have mooched off her fame and wealth for decades: the perma-tanned, Turkey-toothed grifters she’s spoilt and adored, receiving little to nothing in return.
Katie – who was still widely known as Jordan back then – was full of steely determination when we met.
Already an old hand at giving the magazine exactly what we wanted – a controversial interview, cheeky, sexy photos – she was also a complete contradiction.
When we were introduced it was clear she was holding back, being careful, making sure she was coming across exactly as she wanted to.
But when Harvey began to cry, and she was needed back on set, she knew she had to make it work just like any other working mum, so handed me the newborn and his bottle so I could feed him.
She was extremely cautious and utterly trusting at once, and it’s this kind of behaviour that has held our attention for so long. Katie Price always keeps us guessing.
There are no prizes for predicting the outcome of her fourth ‘marriage’ though.
Here’s hoping that this, her most extreme union (even Alex Reid she’d known for months before making a marriage mistake) might be something of a rock bottom, which is the start of recovery from her addiction to terrible men.
Maybe this is the one that finally teaches her the lesson, and she begins to aim higher for herself in future as a result.
After all, with Katie’s history bloke-wise, the only way is up.
