Patrick Kielty's TV future confirmed after Cat Deeley split as RTE issue statement
And the organisation has announced that despite personal challenges, Patrick will be returning to host The Late Late Show come September. The news follows the surprising revelation that Patrick and his wife Cat Deeley are parting ways after 13 years of marriage.
The couple, who reside in London with their two sons, James, aged 8, and Milo, aged 5, have been living there while Patrick commuted weekly to RTÉ for hosting duties. An RTÉ spokesperson confirmed the comedian's return, stating: "RTÉ looks forward to Patrick returning to the Late Late Show in September."
Patrick had previously disclosed a three-season contract with the national broadcaster, reports the Irish Mirror. The father of two has made it known that he will personally cover all travel and accommodation expenses associated with his role on the show.
Kielty, who is set to earn €250,000 per season, also mentioned he would receive €20,000 for pre-show preparations and rehearsals. Before taking up the mantle as Late Late host, he shared: "I'm pleased to finally be able to share that I've signed a three-season deal to host The Late Late Show beginning this September.
"I'm being paid €250,000 per 30-show season. If additional shows are requested by RTÉ, they'll be paid on a pro-rata basis.
"I'm also receiving a one-off payment of €20,000 to cover the pre-production and rehearsals from now to September. The contract allows me to submit flight and accommodation expenses, but I've waived this.
"I've made it clear to RTE that I will be covering my own flights and accommodation costs. I've also asked RTÉ to carbon offset my flights. I genuinely hope this helps clarify things going forward. I can't wait to get started."
The news of Patrick's professional future comes after he and Cat released a joint statement together regarding their split. In a statement shared with the PA news agency, the pair said: 'We have taken the decision to end our marriage and are now separated. There is no other party involved.
'We will continue to be united as loving parents to our children and would therefore kindly ask for our family privacy to be respected. There will be no further comment.'
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