Desperately Seeking Publicity

OK, so Peter Andre and Katie Price (aka Jordan) are to get divorced. It goes without saying that the only people that I feel sorry for are their children. I'm sorry for them not only because they will grow up without the support of a proper family, but primarily because they have two vain numbskulls as parents.
Why do I dislike this celebrity couple?? Well, how long have you got?!?!! Because they are the worst kind of publicity seekers.... as if there was a good kind anyway. They are the King and Queen of chavs, make no mistake about it.

Since their meeting in the ITV reality show "I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here" back in 2004, they have hardly been out of the limelight.
First we had the wedding in Sep. 2005, ie. roughly one year after they first got together. The only place where I have seen people getting married sooner than they did is in Eastenders, which is hardly a valid yardstick for assessing the solidity of any relationship. They may as well have had the wedding reception in the Queen Vic to be honest with you. This wedding as you may remember (unfortunately I do) was a rather understated affair as the bride wore a pink Cinderella-style wedding complete with horse drawn carriages while Girls Aloud's Sarah Harding and fellow reality TV star Kerry Katona were bridesmaids. The epitome of class, if you ask me.

Along with the wedding, comes the obligatory deal with Harper's Bazaar to sell the exclusive rights to the wedding photos. Ok, probably it wasn't Harper's Bazaar but it must have been some similar, highly reputable magazine. These days it seems that celebrity weddings and photoshoot exclusive deals go hand in hand, a bit like Laurel & Hardy, Ant & Dec, Gordon & YouTube etc....

And after the wedding, obviously we have the celebrity sprogs, two of them to be precise. And how are these joyous events to be celebrated? Wait for it..... well, with the umpteenth exclusive photo deals with the Peckham Comet (or something like that) of course. The youngest child, a girl, is called Princess Tiaamii. Now I challenge you to scour all the council estates of South London and ask all the mums what name they have given to their sprogs but I bet you £100 that you won't find anyone with a more chavvy name than Princess Tiaamii. If you think the job is too big, then you are allowed to ask this question only to all those mums who are in a stable relationship. This should considerably cut down the size of your task.

Despite all the heart-breaking statements from this couple that we have read over the last few days ("I love Pete so much" etc...; on the other hand Katie for once did not release any statements), I cannot help feeling that this is not the end of it. What are the odds on them making a Lazarus-like comeback?? "Love is blossoming again bla bla bla...", "We are now having quintuplets bla bla bla...", "I am having 3 new boobs implanted to breastfeed them all bla bla bla..." - I can already picture their stupid mugs plastered all over the front covers. It's all in such a bad taste that I'm quite surprised that Max Clifford hasn't reared his ugly head yet.