Katie Price: Winning the Self-Publishing Game
I do not have the rights to reproduce this stunning, amazing photo of one Katie Price (formerly known as "Jordan," she is a model, novelist, UK reality star and, uh, "footballer enthusiast") wearing a swimsuit emblazoned with the cover of her own magazine about herself whilst holding that magazine in one hand whilst standing before a backdrop splattered in covers of that same magazine. My point is: ANDY WARHOL WOULD DIE. If he hadn't, you know, unfairly beaten us all to the grave. The reviews of the magazine are in from The Sun: "It's glossy and full of shite." (It also contains recipes however: "Cauliflower cheese: I buy it readymade but stick it in a dish then put it in the oven to warm through." It also costs £3.99. And it's not even a Kindle Single!)
When I die can you please arrange to scatter my ashes over Katie Price's bosom?
"If he hadn't, you know, unfairly beaten us all to the grave."
Balk?
Bang.
Is "footballer enthusiast" a euphemism for "soccer groupie"? Because I'm not up on all that Cockney rhyming slang stuff.
Just as a warning, the link above set off my work filter for "Adult Content" ….. and I'm convinced IT tracks these things, so I thought this might be useful information for other paranoid people who work at uptight places.
@cherrispryte I work at home but I would still describe it as VERY uptight. Almost repressed.
Decolletage camouflage?
As someone who works in the mag publishing game and who is holding onto his job with his fingernails I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Actually, I do, I'm crying rivers.
I've always wanted a glossy celebrity rag me and my guy can read — and actually enjoy — together.
I'm disappointed the magazine isn't called The Price.