And so it’s over — nearly. For what has seemed like an eternity, beleaguered and formerly famous TV stars have been subjected to intense scrutiny and forced to perform unimaginable acts, sometimes obliged to chew a lot more than humble pie, in front of an audience which is probably left wondering what it was really all for.
In order to win the competition — and never let anyone tell you this hasn’t been a competition — they have dropped their colleagues in it from a great height (sometimes literally), rewritten their past in a way that only the very best PRs can, and told whopping great porkie pies behind other people’s backs. The contestants have looked earnest, obliging, and sometimes even human. It has been compelling to watch, often funny, but we also know that in a few weeks, as we are tucking into yet more overcooked meat and underdone veg, working out if panettone really can be used as a substitute for ceiling insulation, it will all be forgotten.
