freda19
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I don't think Polly Hudson's fellow Mirror girl reporter would agree with her saccharin loaded report.
I came across this last night.
I’ve interviewed Katie Price. It was in 2002, during the pre-Peter, Jordan years. I was excited: naively I thought I could reclaim Jordan for the sisterhood. But when I finally met her (she cancelled three times, including once when I was at her door), she was ’orrible.
Don’t get me wrong, she looked lovely. A stop-the-traffic, stone-cold beauty. In a pink coat, sparkly jeans and mules, she clack-clacked through Heathrow, with fellers swooning in her wake.
I’ve never seen anything like it. If she’d carried a hot frying pan, men would have thrown themselves naked in there to end up as her lunch.
But as a person, that woman was mean. She talked to her PR like he was dirt. She talked to me like that, too.
The first thing she told me was that I was scruffy (fair enough). After our interview – 40 minutes on the plane between London and Leeds – I was invited for lunch.
But every time I ventured a comment, Katie turned her beautiful, cold, hazel eyes on me and said, flatly: “Shut up, no one’s listening.”
She might be pretty on the outside, but she’s rotten underneath.
Right up until she met Peter Andre, Katie Price only managed to go for men who actively treated her badly.
Though Peter Andre isn’t the brightest sequin on her bikini, he’s a good ’un, a nice guy, a family man who loved her and Harvey and Junior and Princess. And she blew it.
Less than five years into a supposedly life-long relationship and Katie’s nastiness has forced the good guy away.
Actions speak louder than words. You can say you love someone, but if you put them down and treat them worse than you treat your horse, they get the message eventually.
Why stick with someone who just can’t be nice? Who wants a bully for a wife?
Katie Price is her own worst enemy.
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I came across this last night.
I’ve interviewed Katie Price. It was in 2002, during the pre-Peter, Jordan years. I was excited: naively I thought I could reclaim Jordan for the sisterhood. But when I finally met her (she cancelled three times, including once when I was at her door), she was ’orrible.
Don’t get me wrong, she looked lovely. A stop-the-traffic, stone-cold beauty. In a pink coat, sparkly jeans and mules, she clack-clacked through Heathrow, with fellers swooning in her wake.
I’ve never seen anything like it. If she’d carried a hot frying pan, men would have thrown themselves naked in there to end up as her lunch.
But as a person, that woman was mean. She talked to her PR like he was dirt. She talked to me like that, too.
The first thing she told me was that I was scruffy (fair enough). After our interview – 40 minutes on the plane between London and Leeds – I was invited for lunch.
But every time I ventured a comment, Katie turned her beautiful, cold, hazel eyes on me and said, flatly: “Shut up, no one’s listening.”
She might be pretty on the outside, but she’s rotten underneath.
Right up until she met Peter Andre, Katie Price only managed to go for men who actively treated her badly.
Though Peter Andre isn’t the brightest sequin on her bikini, he’s a good ’un, a nice guy, a family man who loved her and Harvey and Junior and Princess. And she blew it.
Less than five years into a supposedly life-long relationship and Katie’s nastiness has forced the good guy away.
Actions speak louder than words. You can say you love someone, but if you put them down and treat them worse than you treat your horse, they get the message eventually.
Why stick with someone who just can’t be nice? Who wants a bully for a wife?
Katie Price is her own worst enemy.
Rotten Katie Price is the loser now
Other people’s relationships. They’re fascinating, aren’t they?
Her mum raised Harvey , paid to do so by Dwight because he trusted her, while Pricey went a-whoring, chasing men, selling stories about their dick size and screwing her creditors out of their dues.
I don’t believe this
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