Whenever my housemates and I discuss whether we would do well on The Traitors, we all come to the same conclusion: we just don’t have the mental strength. And can you blame us? Each week, we watch as soldiers, doctors and teachers — people who have endured some of the most stressful day jobs on planet earth — are pushed to the absolute brink of their sanity.
By the end of each episode they’re sat there, head in their hands, presenting a chalkboard with a scrawled misspelling of a name, apologising as if they’ve just ordered someone to be shot.
