I'm A Celebrity Junkie, Get Me Help

It's too late for me. Leave me here and save yourselves.

I turned on to I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Outta Here last night, in fact before the first show I was getting a rush of, as yet, unidentified hormones brought about by the prospect of watching minor celebrities get bitten (the best bite being the celebrity back bite of course). I think I will name the hormone celebdraline.

This series has one ingredient for which I can't find a suitable adjective - Mr David Gest. I have no opinion of him one way or another. I only know him as the peculiar looking former Mr Liza Minnelli. Yet his appearance in this show seems to have brought out morbid curiosity in myself, and a large swathe of the viewing public, the same curiosity that would have propelled us to freak shows in Victorian times.

Mr Gest has undoubtedly been drafted in by the programme makers as the token oddity in this reality tv fest. I'm awarding him a positive point from his debut - his very cool handling of Lauren Booth, the PMs sister-in-law and bitchy hack (she may write her CV differently), who had already jibed about him in the press. Surely Tony will be hiring Mr Gest to learn the technique of how to shut the gobby-in-law up?

His fellow celebrities follow the usual pattern, a couple of young ones, gay one, pretty ones, old ones, has-beens, wannabes and should-never-have-beens.

Damn you once celebrity reality tv peddlers, once again you have caught me, 21st century anthropology for the terminally daft.

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Comments

[Marjory]

My Mum started telling me about him the other day, from his incessant snoring and his cllose resemblance to a Boston Terrier to his habits of name-dropping on every conceivable occasion and some which aren't e.g. Audrey Hepburn used to cook for him, he used to go canoeing with [insert name of A-list star here]. She is waiting for Jason Donovan and the rest to snap and beat him to death with what ever is handy whilst yelling, "I don't care if you've been ski-ing with Humphrey Bogart or danced the watusi with Frank Sinatra! Go and join them!"

Bloodthirsty woman, my Mum. Totally addicted to these programmes, of course. Would never admit it.

[Ms Mac]

Thank the Lord, our satellite reception for ITV is up the creek. Otherwise I think this would be on our (read "my") personal planners!

[Stegbeetle]

Wife and Elder Daughter are watching it religiously. What I have noticed in passing is that jan Leeming is in pretty good shape for a woman of her years.

Maybe there'll be a forest fire...

[Attila the Mom]

David Gest scares the hell outta me. LOL

[Alice]

I hate that Jan Leeming cowbag! What an utter whiny bitch! And wasn't Dean Gaffney good entertainment? I am loving this year's Celebrity Jungles. Especially Ant & Dec. They're fab.