I nominate the following headline in the Daily Mirror as one of the worst in history:

Katie Price ‘threatens to take kids out of school’ as police probe her playground row

I suppose it wasn’t the worst headline ever since I took the trouble to skim through the article below it, which suggests a woman who used to expose her plastic breasts on a certain page in a national newspaper swore at a woman who was dating her former husband. “Are you enjoying fucking my husband?” Price is alleged to have asked.

I must confess that I am a little old fashioned and am not convinced that Ms Price’s alleged choice of language in the school playground was entirely appropriate. Perhaps it is a sign of the times but when my children were at school the topic of discussion was not whether someone was having ‘relations’ with another parent. Conversation was usually quite bland, often involving staple subjects such as the weather.

According to the Mirror, “Katie feels so uncomfortable picking her kids Jett, five, and Bunny, four, up from the playground that she is thinking of taking drastic action, like taking them out of school.” My reaction to this is simple: I could not care less, even though I took the trouble to speed-read the article.

The tawdry life of Ms Price seems to be an essential part of the lives of millions of people, who buy newspapers and magazines, not to mention watch TV ‘reality’ programmes and buy her merchandise, in order to get their fix of the former ‘glamour model’.

The only people I feel sorry for are her children, including the delightfully name Jett and Bunny. Ms Price may have many talents, such as being able to bare her breasts in public and write countless books all on her own, not to mention living her bizarre life in the public gaze by choice.

Price, in modern day Britain, is taken seriously, which is astonishing. Where she appeared at the local shopping mall near Bristol, literally thousands of young girls went to see her as a role model. A role model. Coming from another era, I would have thought there were better role models, but what do I know? I used to think that great achievers in things that actually matter would have been better role models. How things have changed!

People buy the tabloids because they want to read about celebrity tat. It probably says a great deal about their lives. Perhaps, it is because their modern day existence is so grim that they need some form of escape and that Katie Price’s bonkers life in the public arena makes them feel better about themselves. It should.