An Evening With Katie Price And Kerry Katona

So, picture this: I’m three glasses of cheap rosé in, slumped on a friend’s sofa, when we stumble upon a livestream titled “An Evening With Katie Price And Kerry Katona.” My first thought? “This is either going to be a beautiful car crash or a masterclass in survival.” Spoiler alert: it was both.

Let’s rewind. The event was supposed to be a “tell-all” chat, but honestly, it felt more like a sleepover where the mums have had one too many and forget the kids are in the next room. Kerry started by dropping a completely random anecdote about losing a diamond earring in a McDonald’s drive-thru. I’m not kidding. That set the tone.

The Icing on the Chaos Cake

If you’ve ever watched Celebrity Big Brother through a hungover haze, you’ll know exactly the vibe. Katie and Kerry don’t do PR filters—they do unfiltered, anarchic, “let’s talk about our divorces while eating a bag of chips” energy. And I am here for it.

They spent a solid ten minutes bickering about who had the worst plastic surgery story. Katie won, obviously—her eyebrow nearly migrated to her hairline mid-sentence. (Okay, I’m exaggerating. But barely.) The audience, a mix of loyal fans and bewildered partners dragged along, was howling.

The Real Talk Behind the Glitter

Here’s the thing that caught me off guard: beneath the troweled-on fake tan and the verbal chaos, these two are whipsmart about their money and their media brand. When someone asked about their “regrets,” Kerry got quiet and said, “I regret thinking I had to be perfect.” Boom. That hit harder than a hangover on a Monday morning.

Katie—who once sold a picture of her dog for £50k—admitted that her “brand” is basically selling the mess. “People don’t want me to be fixed,” she shrugged. “They want to watch me trip over a carpet in heels.” And you know what? She’s not wrong. We’re all rubbernecking at the car crash, but she’s the one selling the tow truck.

Side note: at one point, Kerry tried to recount a story about a shared ex-boyfriend, and Katie just yelled, “Love, bin that memory. We’re here for the new drama.” The crowd lost it. I nearly choked on my wine.

When the Gloves (and the Eyelashes) Come Off

The second half got properly raw. Kerry started talking about her anxiety attacks during I’m a Celebrity—specifically the one where she sobbed into a bowl of beans. Katie, who rarely shows vulnerability in public, quietly said, “I’ve had panic attacks in supermarket car parks.” That moment was worth the ticket price alone.

They traded war stories about exes, legal fees, and the absolute nightmare of parenting teenagers while photographers lurk in the bushes. It wasn’t just gossip—it was a masterclass in surviving the tabloid machine with your sanity (mostly) intact. And your bank account surprisingly full.

One guy in the front row, clearly a reluctant date, shouted, “What’s the secret to your longevity?” Without missing a beat, Katie deadpanned: “We never say no to a paycheque, and we never read the comments.” Mic drop. Kerry nodded so hard her extensions wobbled.

The Afterglow of Imperfection

Leaving that livestream—and later, rewatching the clips—I realized something. We mock them, we judge them, but we also root for them. Why? Because they’re the human version of a glitter bomb: messy, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. They own the mess. That’s a power most of us pretend to have but actually cower from.

Katie’s final words stuck with me: “At the end of the day, I’m still here. And the haters? They just have to look at my face—and my amazing new lip filler.” Kerry laughed so hard she cried. Or maybe it was real tears. With them, you never know. And that’s the point.

So if you ever get the chance to catch an evening with these two, do it. Bring a friend, leave your judgment at the door, and maybe grab a third glass of rosé. You’ll leave feeling like you’ve survived a rollercoaster, but also strangely inspired. Because if Katie and Kerry can laugh through the car crash, so can we.

— Your slightly tipsy, slightly wiser friend from the sofa.