Our Pop Stars Just Can’t Compete With The British In Terms Of Scandal (Part One)

Bryan/Brian McFadden’s ex wife (and, by default, Delta Goodrem’s mortal enemy), ex-Atomic Kitten “star” Kerry Katona, has been the target of a rather juicy tell all in the British tabloids over the weekend.

You see, her housekeeper and husband’s ex missus – are you with us? – has told News Of The World that Kerry didn’t exactly abstain from celebrity excess whilst pregnant with her youngest child Heidi.

Disgraced pop star Kerry Katona sank to shameful new depths— risking her baby’s life by snorting deadly cocaine during pregnancy.

Kerry, 26, claims she has been clean for over a year but friend and housekeeper Louise Oortwyn sensationally revealed last night: “I saw her sniff lines of coke when she was four months gone.”

And the fallen pop star, twice named Celebrity Mum of the Year, knew very well she was putting her unborn daughter Heidi in deadly danger as she knelt to sniff the killer white powder.

But she just paused for a second, patted her bump and wondered lamely: “I’ll be all right, won’t I?”

Then she quickly hoovered up the deadly class A drug, sending the poison surging into her body AND the baby’s. The awful risks barely registered with the former Atomic Kitten singer as she went on to snort line after line—stopping only to swill down white wine.

Celebrity Mum of the Year, indeed.

Things took a turn for the blurst when a hopped up Kerry tried to have a conversation with a wooden horse, confesses Louise.

“After a few days of no sleep she got really paranoid—sat with her arms round her knees, rocking backwards and forwards.

“Then it got weird. For Christmas Mark had bought the kids a toy horse that neighed and now Kerry was having a conversation with it, making whinnying noises back. She was babbling nonsense at it and said to me, ‘Louise, he’s talking to me.’ I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.”

Well, considering we once took a ginger midget blow up doll to a Boxing Day party as our date, we’ll perhaps hold back from judging Kerry too harshly about her conversations with equine timber toys. Sometimes you’ve got to take friendship wherever you can get it! And at least the wooden horse would be fairly unlikely to sell tales of your drug binges to the press, no matter how tough times got.