The relentless belligerence of Katie Price is one of the wonders of the modern world. She could start a fight in an empty house. It’s fascinating.
In Katie Price: Making Babies, her ire is directed at her fiance Carl (“I love Kate. She gives me a headache. A migraine. But I’m still here.”), the ravages of time, the female reproductive system and the idea of being thwarted by the accumulated evidence, in the form of scans, blood tests and samples taken by her doctors, that the general laws of a 45-year-old (at the time of filming) woman’s biology apply to her too.
