
Unfortunately after just one episode I am foaming at the mouth in anger and disappointment at all but one of the contestants. I watched the show as I do most programmes now with one eye on twitter to see if I am the only one incens
ed by what seems a lack of personality. Don't the words Celebrity and personality go hand in hand? Even Ant and Dec were below par and it took a little over a minute for the first lunch box gag to come out. That is sooooo 90's and if anything a little derogatory to Linford Christie to be remembered for little else (or should I say big) other than being blessed with a javelin stuffed down his lycra. Could explain why he was so crap at hurdles and opted for the hundred metres instead. Poor little old Colin Jackson hey.


Britt Ekland (Well at least the 20% real bits of her left) seems to be an OK person, a bit like Kim Woodworm from last year, perhaps her and Nigel Havers might hit it off, if not it's someone to do the laundry while you're away from the Mrs. Sheryl Gascoigne? What's that all about, what has she done except been beaten up by an alcoholic husband. More appropriate deserving candidates down the women's rescue centre on a Sunday morning I would of thought. Don't get me started on Aggro. Loved Kayla line about what her Mum taught her about having to eat something you don't like, "Put it in your mouth, chew it and swallow it like a pill". Are you sure that wasn't Hugh Hefners advice?
The true star of show one was without doubt Stacey Solomon, what you
see is always what you get, a natural likable down to earth girl with a true zest for life and try anything attitude. I must say it she had a busy first day which included eating a penis smaller than Aggros, sat on a chopper and had a jump with a guy from behind. She more than made up for all the other boring jungle mates, let's give them the benefit of the doubt for day 1 of 21 and put it down to nerves. Go Stacey, go Stacey, I mean, stay Stacey.

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