Me, Myself & Ronald McDonald
‘IT was the worst of times, it was the most chavtastic of times… No. Too dated.
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Many years later, as she faced the firing squad, Kerry Katona was to remember that distant afternoon when… No. Too unlikely.
Somewhere in Warrington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember… Yes. Thats the thing.
And so begins the quixotic life story of Kerry Katona, a tale of two places (Warrington and Iceland), a story of post-Brian McFadden solitude. Call me Adrian Mole.
Kerry is writing her autobiography, and OK! spots her wandering around some of her old haunts doing a little haunting.
Fitting, then, that she should take with her ghostwriter. And for good measure, a Dictaphone, a camera, a Lisa Hinge and a dog called Pudsey.
But while Kerry remembers the good times, the bad times and to pick up a restorative McDonalds, she gives us all a taste of things to come via her diary.
Kerry has a cyst on her ovary. Like Jennifer Aniston, she too is sick of being seen a victim (A victim of what? Answers to the usual address). And she WILL be watching the World Cup on the telly this summer.
It is a rainy cold day in March, and the clocks are striking thirteen…’
Posted: 27th, March 2006 | In: Reviews Comment | TrackBack | Permalink
