The evening went like this:
Finish pantomime show thing.
Go to visit friend in Belgravia, London carrying a half drunk bottle of champagne.
An hour later, leave with hat designer Philip Treacy and go back to his place.
Invite 3 men round.
All leave to visit the dude she had dinner with the night before.
After a few hours (now 4am) head for Philips hat shop and spend 3 hours trying on ridiculous hats that look like quality street left on a radiator.
7am = hometime.
Wow, that's pretty impressive. I hope she read the instructions on the back of all the Red Bull she must have been drinking to stay awake all night - that stuff can cause all sorts of problems. Ahem.




COMMENTS (8)
Dunno why but I'm growing fond of the horking-great-implanted cartoon of uber-femininity.
I think it's the fact she's gone from Hollywood A List to Skid Row (the place and the crap poodle-rock metal band), via several pints of sillicone and a kilometer of cock. She's now doing panto without a hint of irony and nothing...NOTHING...is going to stop her having a fucking ace time. Not creeping middle age, younger models with even more pneumatic top-bollocks, bankruptcy or Joe Swash raiding her panty drawer.
Don't know how she can pull this shit off, yet Jordan just looks desperate, but there we go.
Rock the fuck on, you crazed tool!
Just imagine if she hooked up with the Hoff ! They would become the antithesis to Russell & Katy, Posh & Becks, Kate & Jamie, etc
I think she's a bit more of a sympathetic character than Jordan. Not by much, granted, but Pammy seems like she'd be really fun to get cunted with, and generally comes across as quite a nice lady. Whereas Jordan....er..... doesn't. On the contrary, she comes across as a hard-nosed bitch who'd force her own gran to dance naked at gunpoint if there was a chance she might get a Heat cover that didn't involve laughing at her surgically ruined mug.
The Antithisis ? That would surely be the real REMEDY? Bring it on ( can we involve David Van Day to make it truly continental?)
I reckon we could do with the public hanging of Philip Schofield to really crown it off
Yessssssss! Hang the bastard by his dick.
it's SNOWING you daft Yank cow- what are you doing without a coat and shivering eh! oh yeah sorry, you wanna show off your Topshop strippey dress. You thick blondie.
How the fucking mighty fall. You're next, Price, you cunt