I am sure it hasn’t escaped your attention but Katie Price aka Jordan, married for the third time this week at a Sandals Resort in the Bahamas. To a bloke she has known for six weeks. Because her psychic told her she would marry a guy called Kevin. He is called Kieran and Katie says that is close enough.
Isn’t that lovely?
Doesn’t that teach her daughter all she needs to know about how to find a man to settle down with?
Well it seems Ms Price got her thong in twist about the resort itself. Heaven forfend, the gazebo was collapsed and taken out in a wheelbarrow. How dreadfully traumatic that must have been. I mean, really. How would she rather the ridiculously cumbersome item be taken out? Carried by nymphs?
And shock of shock her butler thought she was a porn star. I cannot imagine where he got that idea from. Bad man. And Katie got cross.
So she did what all of us women do, she took to writing about it online, in her case in her newspaper column. She didn’t complain at the time, at the resort. No. She decided she would just complain publicly by referring to Sandals as being more like a “smelly flip flop”.
At which point Sandals PR issued a statement.
A fairly non descript statement that simply states the facts as they see it.
Until you get to the last line of the seventh paragraph.
…. on condition she does not choose our resorts for any future weddings or stays.
They are saying what we are all thinking. This won’t be the last wedding.
That my friends is priceless (see what I did there?)
Oh forget it