The audacity of wannabe WAGs will never cease to amaze me. Early on in my marriage to Chelsea and Tottenham Hotspur defender Jason Cundy, I made the mistake of leaving him alone at a football get-together while I went to get some drinks at the bar. The moment I left the table, another woman slipped into my empty seat.All legs, big hair, lashings of makeup and oozing sex appeal, she must have been watching and waiting, ready to pounce when I disappeared, however fleetingly.Tall and dark, Jason had Hollywood good looks and the pay packet to match. Everywhere we went, women’s eyes would follow him. To be fair, though our marriage ultimately did not last, he was never one of life’s natural flirts.
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