One of Jodie's more recent relationships saw her meet, get engaged and then break-up with her 'fiancé' all within the space of a month. Looking at this episode in detail shows just how fragile her relationship with 'the truth' really is. Unfortunately for Jodie, her attention-seeking need to open up every aspect of her life to the world leaves a trail of evidence for anyone with an internet connection to unravel. Before exploring the difference between the real story and Jodie's version of events, let's start with a quote from her blog about her ex selling his story to the tabloids.

"I would just like to point out that any magazine who DOES run "his story" - I will NEVER work with you again. And I mean that in the nicest possible way...... The thing is - I know all you journalists read my website and therefore would have read the truth about Dave the Boil from my very own hand at this keyboard. Therefore if you still choose to run a story full of lies about me (which I will rubbish on here with the TRUTH - and I get 2 million hits a month) then I have NO desire to ever work with you again as you will be scamming the public into buying something that's not true."

Ok, aside from the '2 million hits a month' thing (Jodie seems to forget that she has her brother's MySpace player on the site, so people can see how many hits the site gets from the number of plays) I'd like to particularly draw your attention to the last line of that quote.

"then I have NO desire to ever work with you again as you will be scamming the public into buying something that's not true"

Got it? Right, back to the story...

Back in September 2006 Jodie was smarting from a humiliating rejection. Having made a very public play for a man who was already involved in a serious relationship, she was forced into an equally public apology and climb-down.  Despite having caused immense embarrassment and upset to Ben and Dawn, a blameless young couple who had the misfortune to have to work with her, Jodie's main swell of pity was for herself. At length she reiterated what a terribly hard life she'd had, how she just wanted to be loved and how deserving of sympathy she was. Mainly though, she wanted to make it clear that it was a momentary moral lapse, brought about by a lifetime of being a victim. Under normal circumstances Jodie Marsh, she assured us, would never chase after a man who wasn't free. This time though, she had for once wanted to put her own needs first. She knew she'd been wrong, she said, she would never do such a thing again, but she asked us to try to understand that, after so much heartache, she had messed up. Yes, she was wrong, and she was sorry but, actually, who could blame her poor fragile heart? In fact, wasn't she the real victim in this sad little tale? Poor Jodie!

Then, on the 30th of September, came the first mention of the man who was to become Jodie's momentary fiancé. In a blog with the low-key title "I'VE SEEN THE MAN OF MY DREAMS BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!!!!!" she recounted how, a year earlier in a local restaurant she had locked eyes with 'quite possibly the best looking man' she'd ever seen; who she immediately found herself 'falling in love with'.

Despite the fact that this brief encounter had gone no further than staring at each other across a restaurant, it clearly had a profound effect on Jodie.

Jodie doesn't forget the handsome stranger, continuing to muse on where he lives, what he does and whether he's single yet. Fast forward a year and she finally gets her second sighting. This time she is determined not to let him disappear without contact and so, with a level of sophistication that most of us abandoned before we were fifteen, she sends her friend over to find out if he's single.

Alas! Poor Jodie! The perfect stranger does indeed have a girlfriend. And Jodie, having so recently been stung by falling for an unavailable guy, vows to move on. Sort of. The blog continues to rhapsodise about his beauty, body, smile, dress sense - "I don't even know if I'll ever see him again (its been a whole year since the last time) but I will never forget that face as long as I live. He is so beautiful." And even asking her friend "why does he have to be such a faithful prick?"

Whilst this sort of immature, 'romantic' fantasising is somewhat surprising in a woman nearing her thirties, after all, most of us have a far less deluded idea about the requirements of a real relationship by this age; it's actually pretty typical of Jodie's approach to 'love'. Despite her (very much disputed) claim to have 'never been dumped' and her frequent assertion that she is an expert who knows exactly how to keep a man happy, her relationships tend to be incredibly short and based on the very shallowest of attributes.

Two days later, Jodie is still thinking about her perfect stranger. "Me and Sarah are sitting here in hysterics. We have just played detective and managed to find out where my perfect stranger works, the address and phone number of his office and even the name of his business partner." A couple of paragraphs further down we discover that "Sarah... has decided to call the number we have for Dave Doyle to see if he is the man we think he is."

So much for swearing off men with girlfriends.

For the next month or so Jodie's blogs return to their usual form: endless bragging; lusting after a procession of unsuitable or uninterested men; the occasional brief dalliance with a new pick-up; binge-drinking on a heroic scale; an awful lot of rambling about 'karma' (which, as we shall see, sets a new benchmark for irony); the odd rant; more bragging and even more bragging.

By late October however, her attention has moved on. Picking up two men in a nightclub, she takes them home for a 'threesome' and, within a few days is blogging about her "two hubbies". By day 3 we are getting "Last night we had our first argument. Things move quickly in this household! I can't even remember how it started or what it was about (though I do know I was wearing see-through knickers and thigh high boots - dildo still in hand - at the time)." It's hard to imagine why anyone would share such personal information with thousands of strangers or, indeed, why they would think it reflected well on them (particularly in a place that, as Jodie often says, is accessed by very young teenagers) but then, she doesn't seem to understand the concept of 'privacy'. One can only think that Jodie believes people will be impressed by her 'racy and adventurous' sex life. Of course the reality is that, once you strip away the tacky porn-clichés and sex-shop props, you find a woman who appears to have an approach to sex that is so two-dimensional, and so disconnected from real intimacy that you start to wonder whether, despite her claims, she even enjoys sex at all.

Jodie hurtles through this ménage a trois at her usual breakneck speed, even managing another dalliance with a guy she picks up on a jaunt to Spain for the Moto GP, in the middle of it. On Friday 3rd of November she's still blissfully blogging that "Threesomes are the way forward" but, by the 7th she reveals "Threesomes are tiring and I'm single again."

Over the next week or so the blogs become increasingly bizarre and inconsistent, even by Jodie's standards. On the 8th she's lusting after Ashley from X-Factor and snogging Rick Parfitt Jnr (the man her mother apparently wants her to marry). On the 9th she's ranting about Ben and Dawn again saying "I'll just never make the mistake again of falling for someone who has a bird; no matter how gorgeous and no matter how much they flirt with me...I'm sooooooooooooo glad I'm single! You can't trust men as far as you can throw them!!!!!!!!"

One day later, on Friday 10th, Jodie is again sharing her relationship wisdom, with a rambling blog about guys who cheat on their girlfriends and, in a thinly disguised message to an unnamed man, she asks why men stay in relationships when they are not happy. Referring to the 'two hubbies' that she has apparently dumped, she explains "that I'd had enough and that while it was fun while it lasted, I know that deep down I truly want to marry Nicky Hayden, Skunk boy from California, Ashley from X Factor, Scott Sullivan (if he had a personality transplant) or Eminem. Other than that I want my own space."

This 'deep down' knowledge about where her heart 'truly' lies is perhaps the clearest indication of how horribly dysfunctional her approach to love and marriage is. Firstly, who can 'truly want to marry' five different people? That's before we even begin to look at the men on that list in a little more detail. Nicky Hayden is a professional motorcycle racer she met briefly at the Moto GP; Skunk Boy is a two-day holiday fling; Ashley is a teenage singer she has met once, briefly; Scott is an ex that she fell out with and, to the best of my knowledge, she has never met Eminem. Even as a lighthearted, 'not meant to be serious' comment, it's disturbing. These objects of Jodie's desire are not 'real people'; they are men that, at best, she has only passing knowledge of. Blank sheets that she can project her idea of the 'perfect boyfriend' onto.

Despite her claiming "Other than that I want my own space" in the next couple of days she manages a date with a new man as well as revisiting an old flame. And, on the 15th she announces "I'm on the hunt for a man and I've joined MySpace!"

For the Mushers watching this increasingly absurd soap-opera play out, Jodie's MySpace membership is a beautiful gift. Now, not only do they have the blogs to dissect, they can also follow Jodie's conversations with her friends, highlighting the contradictions between what she says in one place, and what she says in the other. It doesn't take people long to discover that consistency is not really Jodie's strong point.

Of course, this being Jodie, nothing is quite as it seems. Previously, Jodie had made her feelings about MySpace quite clear, saying that she will never get a MySpace page because she has her own website. What could have happened to change her mind? A few paragraphs into the blog it starts to become clear. She writes that she is "waiting for a certain someone to come online to have a chat! I may have just hooked up with someone special! ha ha. Watch this space!"

In the same blog she also tells us "I'm determined to get a bloke (even if it is just for Christmas). I'm bored of being on my own now!" From 'happily single and wanting her own space' to 'wanting a man and bored of being alone' in just 8 days! And she had at least one date in that time. Amazing!

The following day (November 16th) things start to hot up, with Jodie telling the world, in a blizzard of exclamation marks, that she has indeed managed to 'hook up with someone special'. "Oh god if only I could tell you who I've been chatting to! ha ha Lets just say I might be getting married sooner than I thought! Ha ha. The Marsh is in love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And things move on apace. Her blog for the 17th entitled "The one about feeling the happiest I've ever felt!!!" gushes with an extravagance that is even more extreme than her usual boastful wittering. "Seriously, I reckon my life is about to begin! Never has it all been so good at once for me! My job, my love-life, my friends; everything is just where I want it." And, again, the following day we get "I am so happy I'm not sure if I'm actually alive or if I've taken to writing blogs in my sleep!"

Jodie remains coy in her blog about her "big secret" but, unable to keep anything in her life private for more than a nanosecond, she is soon messaging people on MySpace with considerably less discretion. To one of her friends she writes "Jonny H - I'm getting married to a friend of yours! Woohoooo! I'm keeping his identity a secret for now but you do know him and i LOVE him more than life itself! Just had his name tattooed on me today!"

So, Jodie goes from being 'on the hunt for a man' on November 15th to having his name tattooed on her hand on the 21st - a blisteringly fast six days!

Although she is officially keeping his identity secret, his position as her 'top friend' (and her identical status on his MySpace page) reveals this new love-of-her-life to be a DJ named Dave Doyle.