Peter Andre, who has spent the past ten months bleating about waiting to meet someone special in the age-old boyband tactic to fan the flames of fat fans’ burning loins, has been Busted. Take That Katie Price! (sorry couldn’t resist).
Some attractive-after-ten-pints stylist (who also happens to get her goodies out part-time) wanted to set the record straight (and get a big fat paycheck) and was straight onto the News of the World about their three-month fling.
The details of the fling, which are too retch-inducing/cheesy to be reprinted here do sound like Peter Andre. Sade albums, chocolate body oil, candles. Pepe le Pew chic.
Cue a thousand housewives and tweenagers with broken hearts/copies of Peter Andre ‘Unconditional Love Songs’.
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