This ain't no Budden romance, Jackiey, love. Ditch this 'ugly' tosser before you get seriously hurt

Jackiey Budden's unsavoury behaviour on Celebrity Big Brother 2007 was nothing short of appalling. I said at the time I thought she was the main instigator of the bullying of Shilpa Shetty and I stand by that. Jackiey was the one that kicked the whole sorry episode off by constantly referring to the Bollywood actress as "Princess" and "The Indian," because, apparently she couldn't pronounce "Shilpa."

By no means was she the only one who disgraced herself. Danielle Lloyd, Jo O'Meara, Jack Tweed and Jade Goody acted like pack animals, baying at their defenceless, though remarkably dignified prey, at every given opportunity. As far as I an aware, Jade, was the only one to accept the blame for the disgraceful way she behaved in the house. She duly apologised to Shilpa and all was forgiven.

When Jade's cancer became inoperable, it would have taken a very hard person indeed not to feel desperately sorry for Jade and those closest to her - for her sons and Jack and Jackiey. Jackiey, in particular, was forced into showing her vulnerable side under the persistent glare of media intrusion, albeit, this was the way Jade chose to end her life.

Following Jade's death, somewhere in the stark recesses of Jackiey's grief, I imagine, there must have existed a terrible emptiness and a longing for someone to shoulder the burden alongside her. Or perhaps the opposite: for someone to transport her to some fantasy island away from it all.

Enter ex-squaddie-turned-chef, Jason Cooper, who Jackiey met in the resort of Los Cristianos, Tenerife.

Ten minutes into the relationship (okay, six weeks, but still), courtesy of his ex-wife and ex-lover's newspaper revelations, Cooper is already emerging as something of a prize love rat, whose motto in snaring the 'desperate' women he has a reputation for pursuing, according to local Elvis impersonator, John Dresser, is to 'go ugly early.' What a charmer, eh? While Jackiey maintains: 'I know I've found someone I can grow old with.' Talk about love being blind.

Jackiey, darlin', I may have been your fiercest critic one time, but you deserve far better than this grabbing slimeball. Now I'm not remotely trying to woo you back 'on-side' as it were. (Doesn't it make you hoot when the press describe somebody as a 'former lesbian' like it's a bloody career change!) I'm quite sure it doesn't matter a fig to those who care about you, whether you find your future happiness with a man or a woman, just as long as that person loves you for you . . . and not what he or she can get out of you.