I’m A Celebrity…
FOR fear of his facial plugs coming unstuck and pebble-dashing the jungle canopy, David Gest declined the offer to bungee jump into the I’m A Celebrity… encampment.
Until now, we’d snuggled up to the belief that these pampered celebrities signed any right to say “No” when they took the reported £100,000 for a maximum of two weeks work.
If we wanted Jason Donovan to get in touch with his inner anteater and eat grubs, then he would have to do it. The public would vote for Jan Leeming to be crawled over by rats in a sealed grave. And if we decreed that Lauren Booth, Cherie Blair’s sister, should wear a Perspex fishbowl filled with toxic spiders for a balaclava then so be it.
But Gest has bucked the trend. Although given the reports of his arrival in Australia, he might be the scariest thing out there.
So terrifying is Gest that the sun introduces its readers to a topless Gest diving into the surf, and the surf diving out.
Sun readers are invited to answer the question: “Would you rather sleep with David Gest or…”
Options involve eating kangaroo scrotum, cleaning a turkey farm with your tongue, wiping Abu Hamza’s backside or being Paul Gascoigne.
It might be too late to change the show’s format, but if Ant ‘n’ Dec can implement these challenges we could vote for Gest to undertake them all.
The music promoter (it says here) could then shag Myleene Klass and tell us which was the worst experience.
And note that this is the man whose benchmark is a swift marriage to Liza Minnelli, friendship with Michael Jackson and a shaving mirror.
You think he scares easily..?
Posted: 13th, November 2006 | In: TV & Radio Comment | TrackBack | Permalink
