DAY 13: I'M A CELEBRITY GET ME OUT OF HERE

So farewell than, PR mentalist Lynne, kooky cook John, and latest evictee sarky soccer pundit and professional misogynist Rodney Marsh, all told to sling their hooks from 'I'm A Celeb...' over the weekend. More than a fortnight of fun and frolics have now passed in the Australian jungle, and so far, the British public have voted out almost all the characters. WELL. DONE. EVERYONE!

Afterwards, Rodney rather unsurprisingly failed to mince his words, telling Ant and Dec he would rather have "chewed on a broken lightbulb" than stayed in the Z-List alfresco Pontins any longer.

This, despite raving moments earlier on the show that he was having the time of his life. So much for his constant banging on about not being a hypocrite. Bit of a clunking manoeuvre to save face perhaps? In fact, despite his talent for stirring up an argument, it's hard to think how else boring old duffer Rodders will actually be missed.

Mind you, there was a reminder of a certain other departed contestant yesterday when a huge-titted, bleating creature made a surprise appearance on site. No, not Lynne, contestants were given a goat that they could milk to make their own camp cappuccinos. Rodney Marsh helped along by massaging its udders as Cerys did the milking. I think we can just leave that image right there.

Cerys and Janice meanwhile had a bizarre challenge that involved the Catatonia singer raising herself up into the treetops wearing something looking like discarded Spice Girl platform shoes, to get keys to a food-laden treasure chest. Or perhaps it was a bid to attempt to raise herself up out of the moral cesspit she's currently wallowing in for wrecking Marc Bannerman's relationship, one or the other.

Elsewhere, Biggins had a bit of a screamathon yesterday. First up, he had an arachnophobe's nightmare of a Bush Tucker Trial, trapped in a Perspex spider house to retrieve yellow stars covered in the spindly critters, yet he still managed to land maximum stars.

But the big fella was in for an even bigger nightmare at the end of the day. He had to spend the night alone in a Shed Of Hell with Anna Ryder Richardsyawn. Oh, and 200 rats. We don't know which is worse.

One took quite a fancy to Biggins' belly (a rat, that is) and perched there quite contentedly as the luvvie snoozed, before Biggins realised and let out a screech so high that possibly only dogs and Jodie Marsh could hear. Still, the pair completed the challenge and won campmates a full cooked breakfast for the morning after. Hopefully, of toasted rodent.