The delightful Jodie Marsh is back blogging again after an over-long summer hiatus and has lost none of her jawahh der vivererrr. My latest favourite item of hers, extracted from one of her 1000-word pars, is this revelation:
Gone are the days of playing men and getting exactly what I want out of them. Gone are the days of feeling so powerful I can take on the world (no, actually they're not gone, I still can take on the world!). All I want now is a half decent bloke with a working sausage to keep his mouth shut and service this old banger twice a week. Ha ha.