With its usual blend of confected drama and inflated egos, the latest season of I’m a Celebrity…Get Me Out Of Here! premiered last weekend. Allow me to explain the programme for those who are not familiar with it. The format is straightforward: the audience judges a group of semi-famous individuals as they consume blended testicle cocktails and kangaroo penises.
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