The
Janice Dickinson Show rumbles on. This time our heroine is forced to stick her arms and head through bug-encrusted holes with only new arrival
Christopher Biggins for assistance.
Christopher bloody buggery Biggins?! Well done, ITV! As if there aren't
enough G-listers in there already. This is why people stop watching
celebrity reality shows.
You know where you are then suddenly there are
25 new people you barely recognise popping up from nowhere. Let's hope
Right Said Fred were an ugly rumour, we don't want anyone else taking
the limelight off our Jan. And full marks to the Botoxed-barm pot, not
everyone takes a look at their Bush Tucker Trials and shrieks "Oh look!
A glory-hole!" or "What? I have to put my hand up my butt?!"
Meanwhile Katie Hopkins, resembling a My Little Pony with a melted face, was put in a coffin, covered with cockroaches then swung out over a ravine. No chains snapped. She didn't plummet to her death. The cockroaches didn't go doolally and devour her flesh. Proving there is no God or justice in the world.
True to form producers have decided not to put anyone on screen who isn't eating a crocodile's penis or embarking on a faux romance. Hence we see Cerys and Gianni Versace canoodling (stop it Cerys! He's shagging some obscure actress!) and Lynn Franks and Rodney Marsh (something about football...) building a bridge, en route to a geriatriclove-den.
Poor old J from Five. He's going to have to start fiddling with that bird out of 'Hollyoaks' if he's going to get a panto this Christmas...