Jade Goody - Catch A Falling Star. Jade Goody
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a mess all over my conservatory.
‘You’re responsible for cleaning it up,’ I said.
A few days later I was tidying the house and had the windows open. How was I to know that Jimmy’s cage wasn’t locked? He flew out. Oops.
Jack was convinced I’d done it on purpose. ‘You’ve let him into the wild. He’s going to die. You’ve killed him!’ he moaned.
In my old house we also had a pond and I’d bought some pike to go in there. One was called Custard and Bobby loved him. But I was told when I got them that no other fish or water creatures were allowed to go in the pond with them, as it would upset the balance or something. I made sure Jack knew this full well. Or so I thought.
Until I got back from the shops one day.
‘Surprise!’
‘Jack, what have you done?’
He’d bought me two terrapins and put them in the pond.
The next morning I went down to the pond to find the fish dead and this terrapin floating on the surface with stuff leaking out of it like something out of a horror movie. The whole pond had been contaminated.
A slightly nicer present came in the form of Batman. A little dachshund that Jack bought me for Valentine’s one year. Even he nearly ended up with one paw missing – but I’ll tell you about that later.
Not long into our relationship, one of the tabloids got hold of a picture of Jack with his arm round another girl. So the speculation began. And Jack got his first taste of fame. What the reporters didn’t find out of course was that it was his cousin Jess. Then he got a call from a magazine asking him how he felt about me and what was going on in our relationship, and he replied, ‘It’s nothing serious.’ Which of course I loved and had an argument with him about. He protested, ‘You always told me to downplay it if anyone asks!’ And I had, but that didn’t mean I liked it when I saw it in print.
That was the first story about Jack and another girl. But it certainly wasn’t the last. After that there were so bloody many I lost count. The girls even started to merge into each other. So much so that I didn’t know what to believe any more.
The first real kiss-and-tell (although Jack still denies every single one to this day) was a girl called Anna who claimed he’d snogged her down an alley near Faces and had been begging her for sex. I didn’t know what to think. But I made him pay for it. When the story came out I flipped and kicked him out of the house. He was adamant nothing had gone on between them and begged me to believe him. But I was fuming. How could he? And how could he be so fucking stupid to think no one would find out? I was so confused and upset. My kids had grown to love and adore Jack – he’d become a big part of their life by now – but now that he’d done something like this I was starting to question what that all meant and how long he was going to be around if he couldn’t be trusted.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think he wouldn’t do that to me. And I wanted to be with him. So, eventually, I forgave him.
But these things never completely go away, do they? A few weeks later we were on a night out in London at my favourite club, Embassy, and Jack disappeared off to the loo. After about half an hour I went to look for him because he hadn’t come back – and I saw him standing by the wall talking to the same bloody Anna bird who’d sold her story. What’s more, he had his hand on her arse! I marched over and pushed him as hard as I could.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’
‘We were just having a chat, that’s all.’
‘Are you having a laugh?’
I was fuming. I stormed out to the car park and he followed.
‘How dare you mug me off like that, Jack!’
‘I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I promise.’ He was slurring his words, he was so pissed.
‘I saw it with my own eyes, Jack!’ And with that I punched him in the face. He then pushed me away and I fell to the floor. So I got up and I kicked him as hard as I could. I didn’t know at the time but my stiletto went right into his side and punctured the skin. We only realised the next day when he woke up in agony. I can’t remember what else happened that night – it all became such a blur. All I know is that Jack insisted on coming home with me, then we passed out and woke with raging headaches (plus, for him, the bonus of a hole in his side).
I’ve come to realise that Jack’s a completely different person when he’s had a drink. It’s like he is that Jekyll and Clyde character (someone told me the other day it’s actually ‘Hyde’ but I think ‘Clyde’ sounds more like a name myself). He turns mad and seems to do everything he can to provoke a reaction from me.
Another prime example was the photo of him and a topless girl in his bed on holiday not long after – dutifully printed for all to see in the People newspaper. And although there was pretty damning evidence against Jack, what readers didn’t know at the time was that I was there on that very same trip. We’d gone to Marbella with separate groups of friends. I was on a hen do and he’d booked a lads’ holiday not long after. Even though we were dating, we still didn’t want to spend the whole time together because it wasn’t fair on our mates. So we stayed in separate hotels, did our own thing and arranged to meet up only occasionally.
It all seemed to be working, well until one night I felt tipsy and wanted to go and surprise him in his room. I went to reception and asked for his room key, which they gave to me, and I opened the door. Admittedly, there was a tiny part of me that thought, Oh my God, what am I going to find in here? But I carried on anyway. He was sharing the room with one of his mates, so I could instantly see there were two single beds. But when I looked in the room I saw Jack lying in one bed, naked with a sheet draped over him, and beside him was a girl with blonde hair, sprawled out on the other bed fast asleep. One of his mates was asleep on the floor by the window.
I immediately saw red, pulled the sheet off Jack and slapped him round the head.
‘What the fuck? What are you doing in the room naked with a naked girl next to you?’
He was half-asleep and drowsy. ‘Jade? What are you talking about?’
‘That’s it. I’ve had enough of you Jack! I never want to talk to you again,’ I said before marching out of his room and slamming the door.
And I didn’t. Well, not for the rest of the holiday anyway. And boy, did it do his head in. Each day after that he would see me on the beach with my mates and come over trying to explain his way out of the bedroom-and-girl situation, and I would turn my head and ignore him. Each night he’d see me in a club talking to a group of boys and come over all jealous, shouting, ‘You make me sick!’
I just blanked him and walked off.
Then one evening he got into such a frustrated rage that he kicked my door down. It was about 2am and I was sitting in my hotel room on my own after coming back from one of the clubs. How the hell Jack managed to batter the whole door down I’ll never know – he’s not exactly a big bloke. But he did it, then started ranting his head off at me, accusing me of being with another bloke.Er, excuse me! Was he deluded? I wasn’t the one naked in a room with another person! He was knocking things all over the place – I just remember all my Gina shoes flying about everywhere – and he kept pushing me against the wall. Then my mate Gemma came out of the lift with a guy she’d pulled (hoping to have some time alone together) and saw us through the kicked-in door.
‘Jade! What’s going on?’
Gemma and the guy ended up pushing Jack out of the hotel and