“He’s been absolutely boring,” says my mum, bringing me up to speed with this year’s I’m A Celebrity. We sit in judgement on the sofa with a glass of wine, both agreeing it was a mistake for producers to blow a reported £1.5m on Nigel Farage, who should not have been allowed to launder his terrible reputation on an entertainment programme and who (perhaps a bigger crime) is not even remotely entertaining.
I’m A Celebrity is not something I would have watched even three years ago. In fact, it’s something I would have firmly plonked into the category of trash – who wants to spend their time watching unwashed has-beens eat kangaroo testicles?
