Model Katie Price has hit out at the "snobs" who excluded her from a prestigious annual society polo event. Price, also known as Jordan, says she paid £6,000 for a table at the Cartier International at Windsor, but was told she was not the type they wanted there.

I try to have as little to do with the horsey set as possible (that’s Mrs FMs department) but despite my best vainglorious efforts, I get dragged along screaming to a number of dos & end up having to spend much more time then I would like in close proximity to the same. Now the horsey brigade are many many things, but in my not inconsiderable experience of such matters, they tend not to be snobs. Turn up, for example, at one of our three local hunts’ meets & I can all but guarantee you that the smartly dressed young ‘gel’ sitting atop a beautifully groomed pony probably has to work on the tills at Tesco to help her parents pay for the stabling costs. Go to a point-to-point & standing out in the rain, leaning on the rail will probably be some impoverished member of the local gentry happily chatting away with the local building. The only difference between them will be that the builder will inevitably be the more smartly dressed of the two.

As for the event in question(a polo match), I have no doubt, that the reason that the organisers didn’t want Ms. Price or her even more unpleasant spouse to attend is that they are both unbelievably common. If you don’t believe me, take on board a few gentleman’s measures of whiskey & settle down to enjoy Katie & Peter’s TV show. Not only does it make for hysterically riveting viewing, but only then can you fully appreciate how truely ghastly these people really are.

Its not that their alphabet only contains 25 letters as they both seem to have the same genetic disorder that prevents them from pronouncing their h’s, it’s that these people have absolutely no manners: they just do not understand how to behave with any form of civility. If eschewing their like makes me a snob, then I am happy to be so branded.