My lunchtime obsession de jour is Katie Price, aka Jordan. Because I’m usually at work when I’m eating my lunch these days, I’ll use my free hand to scour the web for all the latest on her car crash life, whilst the other shovels a Subway into my gob. It’s usually quite a messy affair, and I live in fear that one day the mayor or Seb Coe will walk into my office and catch me with hot sauce smeared all over my mush (that means face by the way), one hand desperately scooping bits of jalapeno from the desk and shoving it into into the disintegrating heap of soggy bread in my paw. I always have a Veggie Delite ™ smothered in hot pepper sauce with extra chillies. By the end of it, my mouth will be on fire, and my desk will be splattered. Anyway, at the moment there is bare speculation about whodunit – Katie Price has spilt the beans about her alleged rapist to people in the media, so it can only be a matter of time before it’s all over the internet. Oh and Amy Winehouse is back on the booze, too. Better stock up on snacks!
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