SAPPHIRE’S marriage hits the rocks. Subsequently, her private life starts falling apart. And even her business plans are in jeopardy. Doesn’t that ring a bell?

Sapphire’s the subject of the latest novel penned under the name of Katie Price.

I don’t get Ms Price, aka Jordan, at all these days. A year ago she was a woman to be admired. A successful model, she had a devoted husband, was judged a good mother, launched a lingerie collection and equestrian range, had a bestselling autobiography plus other books to her name and was even a Eurovision Song Contest hopeful.

(Okay. Maybe that’s not such a plus.) So how did such an astute woman cock it up by posing for sleazy pictures and falling out of clubs?

First, it’s easy to forget that the traumas including a marriage break-up can undercut sense even when you’re rich and famous.

Secondly, she may have been behaving like a fool but, if so, she’s a fool who’s estimated to be worth about £40 million more than me.

With that wealth you might be inclined not to honour a commitment at a Bournemouth book signing that you failed to make the previous week because of a dental malfunction. (How many people would have noticed her teeth?)

She didn’t let anyone down. She turned up. With two children in tow.

Is that a sign of the celebrity waking up again to the responsibilities that being a mother and role model demand? If so, we should give her credit. And trust the kids will come first.

Well, those are my points. You may regard them as exaggerated, not entirely my own and, frankly, ridiculous.

Not unlike Jordan’s.