what do you reckon that Jordan spent her

£45 million on, aside from assignations (pies) at Cafe Boheme (see RoF passim)

 

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7726455/Katie-Price-declared-bankrupt-creditors-chase-blew-45-million-fortune.html

"The date is today and the time is 12:35"

Why do they say this? They might as well just say "the date is today and the time is now."

Either spell it out or don't.

See below:

 

In the High Court

Idiots Division

 

In Re Katie Price AKA Jordan

STATEMENT OF ASSETS

1. Getting Massive Tits

2. Monty

3. Therapy following 2

4. Painting Black Range Rover pink

5. Painting Pink Range Rover black

6. Getting Massive Tits made massiver

7. Getting unfeasibly Massive Tits reduced

8. Paying Peter Andre not to say stuff

9. Divorces

10.  Paying legal fees to protect disabled son's reputation while disregarding the personal impact on his prospects in life of having Jordan as a mother.

11. Stuff

 

 

 

presumably this all means that if Buzz put an decent market-price offer (i.e. not an undervalue) in for one or more of her tit implants - you know, for the coffee table, a conversation piece, or modest sized beanbag for the TV room,  then the trustee in bankruptcy would have to consider the sale regardless of the debtors personal wishes. 

her managers and agents will have taken 20% off the top, then she will have hired a ton of other advisors / PRs etc etc.  More than £1m on the horses easily. The divorces to Hayler and Alex Reid won't have been cheap (did she marry the one who couldn't speak english? she had a kid with him I think) and in fact a decent chunk of those earnings would presumably have been joint with Peter Andre 

5 kids in private school (shut UP lydia, she didn't get two of them free courtesy of any of her exes) and one with complex special needs and care for all of them (assume she has at least one full time nanny).

Extensive plastics, not just the tits.

oh dear. it's the end of a difficult road for her having been misdirected at an early point in life and never quite recovering control thereafter until now.

I recall a moment in the 1990s where, like a Victorian freak show, she was signing copies of glamour photos in a bar in Soho and men queued up just to see her absurd tits.  A friend of mine who worked in an Ad agency in Old Compton St went to see it (them) and came away saying it all looked a bit too much like two badly parked Volkswagens.

she won't have paid for any of the holidays or the surgery but may well have failed to declare them for tax purposes. In the same way that a lot of instagram influencers are going to get hammered on all the free shit they get. i hope.

oh yes good point - could have spent a fortune on that and its associated hangers-on. Added to which (like my newly impoverished footballer chum), she will have had:

1. various members of her family (eg her mum) on salary

2. a very short mortgage term with correspondingly massive monthly payments to deal with v short potential career 

3. a high maintenance lifestyle (and that's before you get to the six kids)

It will have been some Icebreaker scheme though I bet.