king mong
Gripped by some mental disease, I cranked up my Binatone last night for “I’m a Celebrity.” Of course, one has to commune with the hoi polloi. Missed the first two series: too busy watching BBC3, of course, and writing letters to the Telegraph.
It’s brilliant. I love them all. Especially the monster-roaches.
The celebs are OK, too. Except that Diane Modahl, who seems to be the token nonentity. She should be plucking chickens on Big Brother, not wrestling gators on this gripping epic of self-discovery.
I’ll be subscribing to Heat before I know it.
p.s. Razor or Pete to be king of the mingers.
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