Until a couple of weeks ago, it was feasible that Jodie Marsh had not invaded far into your consciousness. She inhabited a netherworld of nightclubs, gossip pages and reality TV shows, swimming in the same murky water as Abi Titmuss and Calum Best. In fact, Marsh arrived, fame-wise, three years ago, courtesy of the reality show Essex Wives, and has, in the intervening time, composed herself as a rival to the glamour model Jordan, sharing her taste for fake tan, pop-star boyfriends and revealing outfits, but retaining an air of infinite superiority by virtue of the fact that, unlike the silicone-enhanced charms of her rival, her ample bosom is entirely natural. Marsh's career trajectory has been reassuringly predictable - she has posed for lads' mags, appeared on the reality shows The Games and Trust Me I'm A Holiday Rep, and shared the intimate secrets of her romantic trysts. Arguably her piece de resistance, however, was the night she went out in an outfit fashioned entirely from three belts. Last year she published an autobiography, Keeping it Real, which told of her lifelong search for acceptance since being bullied at school.