Let’s recap: you don’t win cash. But you win fame, opportunity, and a plastic crown.
You win the chance to be remembered. You win the chance to never have to eat a spider again (unless you want to, for a guest appearance).
And you win the best story to tell at dinner parties. “You think your office is bad? I had to eat a testicle on live TV.” Game, set, match.
So, if a friend ever asks you, “What do you get if you win I’m A Celeb?” just smile and say: Everything. And nothing. But mostly, a very weird kind of glory.
Now, pass the biscuits. I’m suddenly hungry.
