Does this count?
She's an election blagger of sorts so she will have to do

Bestival 2008...*wavy lines*

Spent most of the afternoon getting pissed under a stage (it was raining)
and on surfacing into the cloudy wet field I spotted a lass sat with a bloke 'chilling' with a pint of cider in hand looking a bit hippie and that with festival hair.
Convinced I recognised her from Bristol I looked, looked again and asked 'Oh, do I know you from Bristol? Aren't you friends with Fiona, Fiona * from Bristol? Interpreter?'
They both looked at me, then gave each other a wry smile.
Me 'no? You know, haven't I met you at her house once? Fiona? No?'
Again no answer, just knowing looks to each other and an 'oh dear how we feel sorry for her look'
erm....ok...not really knowing why they wouldn't even answer with a 'no' apart from the fact they looked like they were incredibly stoned, they then stood up and wandered off.
I turned to my mate a bit confused.

Then the penny dropped.

'Oh for FUCKS SAKE, I thought that was one of Fionas friends, I fucking KNEW I recognised that face, it's that fucking awful woman off the Apprentice, Jesus....The fucking shame of it, She could have at least said something'

So there you go, my encounter with lady Katie la-de-dah Hopkinsface in a muddy field while she drank a pint of cider out of a cardboard cup while wearing what can only be described as 'clothes of a hippie' and apparently enjoying herself amidst the great unwashed.
How times have changed ey Katie?
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Thu 30 Apr 2015, 23:29, 2 replies)

Just think...
...had you given in to your basest instinct and slaughtered her there and then, what a great service you'd have done mankind.

Try not to be so selfish next time, eh?
(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Fri 1 May 2015, 1:06, closed)

sorry love, but i dont speak to plebs.

(katie hopkins telling it where its at, Fri 1 May 2015, 10:03, closed)