Do you believe in life after fame?

Jade Goody's ubiquity seems to know no bounds, not even astral ones. Because even though she shuffled off this mingin' mortal coil, she's still collecting column inches.

Maybe there's a great papershop in Heaven, because apparently Jade's ghost knows all about Jack Tweed's post-mourning dalliances. Turns out Jack wasn't the only one disgusted by his actions, Jade's non-corporeal self was similarly incensed and chose to share her fury through a televised seance with medium Jayne Wallace. Perhaps she sensed there were cameras present - once a reality star, always a reality star.

Ex-Jade also communicated (through the totally legit Jayne of course) with her mother Jackiey, saying "Sorry, mum, for not listening to you."

Jackiey must be pleased that she and her daughter are in agreement, having already blasted Jack for his tarting around. She told The Sun "Most of the men Jade has ever been with have sold her out." Weirdly though, she doesn't seem to consider signing up for a two-hour psychic exclusive with a cable channel to be 'selling out'.

During the recording of the show, Jackiey claimed she could "smell Jade like she was standing there next to me..." Although it's not clear whether the scent she was referring to was one of Jade's Superdrug-clogging fragrances.

Jack's guarding his ring in prison

Smart move. And shame on you if you thought I was being dirty there, it was a harmless and innocent comment about jewellery. Apparently, those nasty brutes have been eyeing up the grieving widower's bling. Which means he probably should have kept quiet about his fabulous wealth, and not boasted about being 'set up for life'.

A couple of weeks ago, it was all about Jack being placed on the suicide wing, to protect him from violent offenders. Surely they could have just given him a set of golf clubs (his own weapon of choice)and left him to it?

But despite leaping from one despairing headline to the next, Jack must be wondering where it all went so right. After all, the media interest that sustained his wife is now his only recourse to income. The stories are hitting the press every day and we're perpetually one day further away from forgetting about him forever.

Interestingly, all of these stories have come directly from inside the prison, and I wouldn't be surprised if the 'source' was someone close to Jack. Like the far side of his bathroom mirror.