Stop press. The execs at MTV have grown a temporary conscience and scrapped plans for a new show featuring Kerry Katona. Or perhaps it was the thought of the press and British public baying for their blood for willingly televising a crazy woman's continuing descent into madness. Who knows? The result is the same.

The format plan had been to take a sedated and jabbering Katona to Nashville to make her glorious return to musical mediocrity, which after the manufactured, barely concealed pikey horror of Atomic Kitten, was about all they could hope for. Except the Iceland menace is too entrenched in the gutter for even shameless commercialism to crowbar her out. Bang goes that buck then. A source told TV Biz:

"Kerry is in no fit state to make a show. We have to wait and see how she fares in the immediate future. We want to see if she can start taking care of herself."

Damn straight. No one wants to see another slurring mess, so off her munch she can't even remember how to reach round a wipe her own ass, let alone sing into a microphone. Been there, done that with Britney.

Following on from the 'shock' revelation that's she's a desperate alchie, a pal has handily had a chat to the press:

"Kerry is still in a bad way. She's very weepy."

Bet she is. No gak, no booze, a useless husband who's bleeding her dry and worst of all, the comforting rug of ongoing TV exposure has just been snatched out from under her feet.

Time to put in a call to 'This Morning' maybe?

by Lou Lou