Oh yes. You didn't think I'd be anything less than glued to this classy piece of entertainment, did you? Three episodes in and what can I say? I kind of like Jodie Marsh's boorish, pig-thick arrogance. I sort of like her ratty blonde extensions, orange face and Simon Cowell teeth. There is something endearingly horrific about her. The opening credits are grotesque, by the way. I don't know why she agreed to that, or the insulting programme title. Except... I do know why she agreed. Despite the protestations about her massive IQ, she is a severely damaged and desperate individual. Still, I quite like her.
Tonight on being told they were giving tickets to her 'wedding' to competition winners, she said 'What if we get a hater turned up and I get shot? Look at what happened to John Lennon.' As if comparing herself to the hallowed Saint Lennon wasn't funny enough, she then went 'he did get shot, didn't he?' Genius. She later compared her wedding to Princess Diana and Prince Charles. Ego!
Jodie trying to explain what she was famous to an unsuspecting foreign victim was pretty funny. Luckily I don't think he quite understood she was after a husband. I think he just wanted to get his cock temporarily tangoed.
Then she went to some chav bar with some chav child and danced like a twat. All the while she was still texting this guy Matt who did want to marry her, but they couldn't stop arguing (mainly because she wanted to date other blokes before she decided to marry him). But also he said 'when I marry you you can stop wearing all that make up'. LOVELY! Alarm bells, control freak. Sounds like a match made in Heaven, right? But then she decided 'she's not over him' so he came back to see her again. Christ. I wasn't this stupid when I was 16.