Admit it, you love it!

There are many people living in denial right now.That’s more laughable than the programme they refuse to admit watching: I’m a Celebrity – Get Me (well you know the rest of the title don’t you).
Men – and I’m not being Christopher Biggins-type sexist here – are by far the worst culprits in denying they give they tune in. But mention Janice Dickinson and one of them will accidently quip ‘Awwwwwwww man!!!’ (Case closed, gentlemen, I think you have to agree.)
Having tripped up there the male species will admit that their partner (female) watch Celebrity and they just happen to stay in the same room, watching the TV for long enough, it’s obvious, to get to know one of the current show’s stock phrases.
Why do they (men) find the idea of watching Celebrity so challenging to their intelligence? They’ll happily concede excitement at watching two men in a ring, wearing knickers and big gloves, punching the blood out of each other.
So am afraid I can’t accept ‘cruelty’ for their anti-jungle stance – unless out and out violence is OK with them whereas learning to live in the outback with grubs, trials, temper and tantrums is abhorrent.
Perhaps it’s the fault of Ant and Dec (but come one, we love them and they have to host it) because otherwise we could pretend it’s a sociological experiment: drop a bunch of people, unknown to each other, in the jungle and see how they survive.
Or, and this may be controversial but I’m going to say it: we could look on it for what it is – entertainment. Sheer good fun (with a bit of – I could do that trial – and even pretend to get on with drama queens – thrown in.)
Come on, admit it – you’re addicted like the rest of us!