Speaking exclusively to Express.co.uk, the former model, 67, didn't rule out marrying for a third time but said that it's not on her mind at the moment as she's "happy" being single. (Express)
When asked if she would consider marrying for a third time, the mother-of-three told how it isn't on the cards for her at the moment.Jo said: "Who knows? I'm quite happy as I am actually.
Jo has also revealed her hopes of having a "real alien" as her next partner. The ex-husband of the Rolling Stones rocker spoke exclusively to Express.co.uk about her passion for UFO sightings and all things supernatural when she made the confession.
"It would be my dream to see a real alien. Well, you never know one day..." the businesswoman added.
Speaking about her love life, Jo suggested: "I might go out with my next boyfriend, he might be a real alien."
Jo Wood has suffered a broken ankle after falling down a staircase at her ex-husband Ronnie Wood's home in Ireland.
She told The Daily Mail's Richard Eden: 'I'm in agony! It's all due to me falling down a stone staircase holding my little nephew and breaking my ankle at Ronnie's. And, no, I wasn't drunk!'
Ronnie Wood's ex-wife Jo attended the gig alongside daughter Leah and her grandchildren Maggie, 13, and Otis, eight, where they posed for a snap with Jason Mamoa (L-R Jo, Maggie, Leah, Otis, Jason.)
In her latest book she opens up her unseen archive to show the band as you’ve never seen them before.
Private jets used like taxis. Heroin for breakfast. Drunk-driving round Paris in a Bentley... Ronnie Wood’s ex-wife Jo saw the Stones at their most excessive while taking thousands of photos.
Meeting Keith for the first time
"I’d only been seeing Ronnie for a couple of weeks when he went off to New York with the Rolling Stones in 1977. I wasn’t sure if that was the end of our affair, but then he called from America and invited me to Paris. I managed to get there and find the hotel, only to be told that there was no Mr Wood in residence and, in any case, they were fully booked for Prêt-à-Porter Fashion Week."
"I must have looked desperate, because the man on reception eventually took pity on me and said I could stay in one of the maids’ rooms. I had no money, so I lay there all night wondering how I was going to get out of there the next day without getting caught."
At 6am I got a phone call from reception.
‘Yes. I mean, oui.’
‘We ’ave a Monsieur Wood down ’ere asking for you. Shall I send him up?’
‘Yes, that would be wonderful.’
"I put on my sarong and, before I knew it, there was Ronnie at the door with a big smile on his face, telling me he was sorry. Concorde had blown an engine and they’d had to make a landing in Ireland."
"While he’s saying that, some other bloke shoves past us into the room. He didn’t even look at me, just sat on the floor at the end of the bed, rummaging in a doctor’s bag."
"He pulled out a silver spoon, a bottle of pills and a lighter. In a few seconds he’d filled a syringe and injected himself straight through his jacket. There was a tiny pause while the drugs hit his system and then he looked up at me and said, ‘How very nice to meet you, my dear. I’ve heard such a lot about you.’"
And that’s the story of how I met Keith Richards for the first time.
