Kerry Katona, the pig nosed coke snorting malady of the UK, faces moving back to her council home in Warrington amid claims her $3m Cheshire home could be repossessed.
Now I don’t want to kick a porker when she’s down, because she has had a terrible life. But my Lord, by taking back the man who has largely turned her into the coke riddled car crash she is again and again, she has tested my legendary patience quite a bit.
Formerly one third of Atomic Kitten (which always sounded like a Japanese craze to me, the name, not the beige 3 minute ‘pop’ purveyors themselves), Kerry hit the alleged highs of Iceland endorsements after winning ‘I’m a celebrity, get me out of here’.
You could argue that I’m a celebrity was where she became infatuated with creepy crawlies, leading to her repeated ‘on/off/on/off like an OCD sufferer’s light switch’ relationship with Mark Croft. A man who in my humble opinion, is a horrible ‘IT’S SCIENCE GONE MAD I TELL YOU!’ mixture of a cockroach and a leech.
I predict he will drop her quicker than an obese man drops a lettuce when offered a burger now she’s verging on broke. Again.
