It was November 2001 when Katie Price made an appearance on The Frank Skinner Show. She was 23 years old and still going by the moniker “Jordan”, given to her by a photographer on an early Page 3 shoot in her teens. She’d spent three weeks earlier that year in the Playboy mansion and had run as an independent candidate in Stretford and Urmston in Greater Manchester, promising no parking tickets, free plastic surgery for all and tax cuts for people who slept with foreign footballers – “For a Bigger and Betta Future” was the campaign slogan. This was to be one of her first proper interviews. “The nice thing about having your own chat show is you can pack it with crumpet,” her host said, by way of introduction.
Skinner wasn’t expecting what was to come. Price, four months pregnant, in a skirt so short Skinner joked he could tell the sex of the baby, was a revelation. With her big, beautiful, open face, she was quick-witted, raw and completely unfiltered. On the baby: “It was a shock actually, because it come at the wrong time, but then nothing’s ever planned is it?” On footballer Dwight Yorke’s denial that he was the father: “All I can say is that if my sex toys produce sperm, that’s a miracle.” On whether he would be involved: “Well, he was spotted with another woman last week… But I’m an independent girl and if I have to bring it up on my own then I will.” She did.
