And the award for Most Heinous Reason For Finding Fame goes to....New York waitress and mistress to the stars, Rachel Uchitel.

Who? I hear you collectively cry.

Well let me fill you in, shall I? Rachel is a New York socialite who has made a name for herself for being notoriously ‘linked' to a string of married stars.

Her latest conquest/victim, depending on which side of the fence you stand, is golfing ace Tiger Woods.

Rachel is the woman who allegedly turned Tiger into a Cheetah after the pair apparently enjoyed a torrid affair earlier this year.

This weekend those rumours reached boiling point when married dad-of-two Tiger was found unconscious on his lawn, covered in cuts and bruises after crashing his car into a tree.

The story goes that Tiger's deranged-with-rage missus, Elin went ape over the affair claims and chased him around the grounds of their Florida mansion - with his own precious golf clubs, no less - before smashing the car windows.

Hell hath no fury, indeed.

But, amidst all the allegations of infidelity and domestic warzones, what these global reports have failed to pick up on is the most nauseating detail of this whole debacle - Rachel Uchitel's career path!

This is a woman who found fame after losing her fiancé in the September 11th World Trade Centre attacks.

The image of Uchitel's distraught, sobbing face, desperately clutching a poster of her missing lover were broadcast on every TV channel and newspaper around the globe.

That single image became symbolic of the loss and devastation caused by the atrocities and, in turn, Uchitel's face became instantly recognizable.

A former Bloomberg TV producer, Uchitel's career went down a different track, post 9/11 when, for whatever inexplicable reason, she decided to transform herself into the poor-man's Paris Hilton.

Now a ‘high-class hostess' and mistress to the (married) stars, this Tiger Woods episode has once again brought Rachel -tabloid-magnet - Uchitel's face to the forefront - although, this time the only thing she's clutching at are the fickle straws of almost-fame.

I can just about cope with the media celebration of the almost famous, reality TV ‘stars', desperately seeking stardom, but this? No.

The footage of the 9/11 attacks wasn't reality TV. It was reality on TV. Hell on Earth, live in your living room.

Surely, this has to be the most unsavory tale of fame seeking since Max Clifford nominated OJ Simpson to star in Wife Swap?