I just find it absolutely pathetic how she is trying to hide her face in all the pictures/videos, just because she wants some mug to cough up the £££ for a big reveal, Which is Friday btw.
A new face won't change what kind of person you are Katie, you will still be devious, a liar, attention seeker, who will continue to rip people off with the scams. Trying to run from HMRC, the courts and SS, they will eventually catch up with you.
Oh and apparently Hagrid lives at the MM with a caretaker.
Just found this on Digital spy 2009:
But Joanne was soon becoming deeply concerned about Katie’s treatment of her animals.
Katie had six dogs during the time Joanne knew her. After Katie and Peter moved to a new five-bedroom home in the village of Maresfield, East Sussex, Katie left one, a Dogue De Bordeaux called Smurf, behind for 14 weeks.
‘She believed he made too much mess, so left him locked in her old house,’ Joanne says.
‘I visited him twice a day but other than that he had no interaction with the outside world.’
Katie also insisted her labrador and chihuahua dogs were locked in cages overnight in case they sullied the new house. When Smurf was finally allowed to join the family, he went missing for six days before he was returned. Joanne says: ‘Katie didn’t seem bothered.’
She also recalled that Katie spent £600 on a Shar Pei dog called Hooch, despite the fact that its previous owners had warned it was too aggressive to be with young children.
The previous owner, who didn’t wish to be named, said: ‘The Beckhams had just bought a Shar Pei and I think Katie saw it as a fashion accessory.
‘She had no idea of the work they entailed. She called me demanding a refund. I gave her £400 and took the dog back.’
Meanwhile, Katie kept Scooby, a Great Dane, outside. ‘He lost so much weight that I tried to keep him warm with my jumper,’ Joanne says.
‘When I told Katie that Great Danes were supposed to be kept inside, she ordered me to get rid of him. I had to rehouse her dogs under my name so she didn’t get the negative publicity.’
The last straw for Joanne came in late 2005 when Katie instructed her to buy three eight-week-old kittens, then promptly lost interest.
Joanne says: ‘Jenna named them – one was Jenna, another Kate and the third Pete.
After six days of being confined to Peter’s study in a corner of their house, Katie announced that they stank and they were moved to a shed.’
Joanne says that the following morning she discovered Pete lying dead on the shed floor. Sobbing, she telephoned Katie with the bad news.
Her reaction was, Joanne recalls, typical. ‘I was sobbing my heart out. Katie wasn’t crying. In fact, to me she seemed rather indifferent.’