Katie Price, aka Jordon, glamour model, horsewoman, celebrity, business woman, author, mother and all round slapper has been shortlisted for the Celebrity Mum of the Year.

Since the spring the screaming red tops have carried an incessant stream of front page stories concerning Katie's lurid private life, even managing to make the front page the day Wacko Jacko's death was reported.
She has been photographed flashing her tits at the photographers; lying all but naked on her back with an oiled cage fighter in between her legs; pissed as a fart on her hotel balcony, in various nightclubs, on the beach and in a jacuzzi.

She has left her husband and then released an alternate cascade of invective and declarations of her love for him.

From what I can gather she has effectively abandoned her children to her ex's care whilst she has had a rollicking good time slappin' around the Med. (But I could be wrong this is only the impression I picked up from brief glances at the frontpages, could be she has stayed chastely at home, crying herself to sleep everynight as she sits curled on her sofa in her wincy pyjamas, a cup of horlicks to hand and the baby alarm by her side so she can dash to comfort her poor deserted children at the merest sign of unrest.)

Celebrity Mum of the year?

Should be a shoo-in.