You know the most refreshing about Stacey Solomon winning I'm A Celebrity on Saturday night?
It was that this "working-class" girl from Dagenham, previously famous only for failing to win X-Factor last year didn't play on any of that class nonsense.
As Richard Dreyfuss's character Matt Hooper said in the 1975 film Jaws, "I don't need this'working class hero' crap." Hear, hear to that!
Stacey has no airs or graces; she has no pretences; I'm sure she'd like to be successful and famous, but she's not calculating, and didn't play on her background to win this reality show. She was honest, likeable, and, although probably not academically brilliant, showed a caring wisdom beyond her years. She didn't aspire to anything greater than having fun, and being grateful for the opportunity; "Fank you," being her stock phrase.
Even when she had won, she felt most comfortable hugging her fellow contestants, Ant & Dec, and apologising for her breath - stale after three weeks in the jungle. "What the hell just happened?" was her comment on being crowned.
Never was there a more deserving winner!
Showing posts with label IACGMOOH. Show all posts
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Monday, 6 December 2010
Monday, 22 November 2010
Get Gillian Out Of There
'I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here' is a guilty secret of mine. I spurn nearly all the other reality shows, from the horrendous 'Big Brother' to the now self-parodying 'X-Factor'. But IACGMOOH has always been fairly amusing - in no small part, of course, due to the presenters Ant & Dec who do an excellent job fronting the show.
It is obvious that one of this year's participants - TV food nutritionist Gillian McKeith - has never watched a minute of the programme before. She seems totally unprepared for everything the show throws at her. And in being such a dismal competitor - unable to face anything from eating bugs, to being showered with them (and struggling most days even to cross the wooden 'rope' bridge) - she, of course, is voted by the cynical British viewing public to do the trials every day! She was only replaced as triallist in last night's show by Linford Christie because she apparently fainted at the very thought of being at the mercy of flies, mealworm, spiders and cockroaches once again!
What was her agent thinking of? Did (s)he tell Gillian what the show was all about? Did (s)he ask Gillian if she was afraid of anything (perhaps (s)he got the apparently humorous response, "everything", which turns out to be true).
Why the public keep voting for her is a bit of a mystery. After a while, it's just boring, watching such dismal failure.
But surely the agent should have done more research and enlightened poor Ms McKeith as to what she might be letting herself in for. For goodness sake, Get Her Out Of There!
It is obvious that one of this year's participants - TV food nutritionist Gillian McKeith - has never watched a minute of the programme before. She seems totally unprepared for everything the show throws at her. And in being such a dismal competitor - unable to face anything from eating bugs, to being showered with them (and struggling most days even to cross the wooden 'rope' bridge) - she, of course, is voted by the cynical British viewing public to do the trials every day! She was only replaced as triallist in last night's show by Linford Christie because she apparently fainted at the very thought of being at the mercy of flies, mealworm, spiders and cockroaches once again!
What was her agent thinking of? Did (s)he tell Gillian what the show was all about? Did (s)he ask Gillian if she was afraid of anything (perhaps (s)he got the apparently humorous response, "everything", which turns out to be true).
Why the public keep voting for her is a bit of a mystery. After a while, it's just boring, watching such dismal failure.
But surely the agent should have done more research and enlightened poor Ms McKeith as to what she might be letting herself in for. For goodness sake, Get Her Out Of There!
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