I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here! It's Biggins!
Posted by Alan Tyers
Biggins has won! The I'm A Celeb... series seven champ has been crowned.
It came down to the show's big two, as Janice went head-to-head with the much loved camper.
'J' came in a game third, but the people have spoken: and they have spoken for Biggins. He was a popular winner, bless him.
A cracking finale saw Janice being covered in worms, some giant-bug-type things called yabbies, gunk and green ants. And lots of cockroaches. The poor creatures. She got five out of five stars.
'J' and Biggins also performed manfully in their Bushtucker Trials.
Biggins ate a bunch of horrid stuff. Kangaroo balls. Seriously. And he also got five out of five.
But talking of five - or 5ive - sadly, there was no such luck for 'J'. He couldn't get all the stars out of a tank full of eels and crocodiles and spiders. I hate it when that happens.
But no matter. The day belonged to Biggins. Cheerio!



This behind-the-scenes look at the life of the Royal Family, of course, was the programme whose promotional trailer was edited to make it look like Her Maj had stormed out of a photo shoot - when in fact she was storming in, if that's even possible.
Lynne's exit had major repercussions, with the group turning on Janice and Rodney for snubbing her during the goodbyes. Both resorted to the classic "I'm sorry, but that's just me, I say what I think, if you don't like it that's your problem" defence – always the last refuge of a reality TV scoundrel.
Having only entered the camp on Day 4, the Apprentice finalist made for less than electric viewing on I’m A Celeb… apart from the 10 minutes she was buried in cockroaches. She has now followed Marc Bannerman to the exit.
Here's a surprise for you - Marc has been booted out via the public vote. You might have thought that people wanted to keep him in for the possible shenanigans with Cerys.
For Aneela is a matchmaker and, over the five parts of Arrange Me a Marriage, she'll take the principles that some Asian cultures have used for generations and apply them to unhappily-single British thirtysomethings.
The '70s footballer hurt himself after he slipped while collecting wood yesterday and had to be taken to hospital.
Richard and Fred Fairbrass have been on stand-by at a hotel in Australia waiting patiently for their turn to be called up to I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here! but the producers have opted to fly them home instead.
He spent some time in the tree house with PR big-shot Lynne and it all seems to have rather scrambled the Marsh brain. Rodders later explained to the gang:
Biggo and Dicko were promptly shoved into that old favourite, the
gunk tank, where they had to grab falling stars (how very apt) under a
torrent of cockroaches, slime, filth and Bad Girls DVD box
sets. Biggins conducted himself with courage under fire and won
foodstuffs for the gang, who have now been amalgamated into one big
happy group.
Not really. Of course, Sir Terry's fee of £9,000 for hosting the event did not come out of the charitable donations. The BBC website reports that Sir Terry "reputedly earns £800,000 a year for hosting Radio 2's breakfast show".
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As this picture shows, Marc Bannerman is not the sort of guy who's only interested in a gal when times are good – if she's feeling a bit down in the dumps, Marc'll be there too, at her side, snuggling up, generally putting it about a bit. Lucky old Cerys Matthews!
In the first episode, called ‘Eels’, Naboo and Bollo the gorilla fly off on a magic carpet for a stag weekend with Tony the Tentacle leaving our unlikely heroes in charge. They compete to see whose latest inventions will prove most popular with customers. While nobody wants Howard’s chameleon elbow patches, Vince rakes it in with The Indie Celebrity Radar, a gadget which ascertains the exact whereabouts of “the Shoreditch elite”. Turns out the lead singer of Klaxons is in Marks & Spencer buying a jacket.
Social leper Steven is given a clothes stall by his grandmother Pat Evans in a bid to help him get back on track. But after being disowned by the Beales, the temperamental teen smashes up his business – and then blames market rival Stacey Slater for the attack.
The full-of-herself ex-clotheshorse insisted on tackling the first Bushtucker Trial, bullying fellow contestants into letting her do the honours.
Tonight’s edition, Free Agents, brings with it some impressive comedy talents. The ever-brilliant Stephen Mangan (Green Wing’s Dr Guy) and rising star Sharon Horgan (Rob Brydon’s assistant in Annually Retentive and various other bits and pieces) play two talent agents dealing with the aftermath of a one-night stand, at the same time nursing their own personal traumas: Alex is not allowed to see his children, while Helen is recovering from the death of her husband.
The tabloids have got their grubby mitts on the line-up for this year’s I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here!, which starts on Monday.
The first part of the show features T&S barging round a shopping centre, collaring housewives then squeezing their bazookas and laughing at how rubbish their bras are. The voiceover tells us British women are embarrassed about their breasts, though the evidence seems to contradict this – they’re clearly not embarrassed enough to be afraid of baring them to two loudmouth presenters, television cameras and primetime ITV audiences.
If you’re picturing a cigar-wielding fatcat in a top hat throwing £50 notes into the air while paupers scrabble around on the floor for the loot, then hard cheese. If you want to get it right, philanthropy isn’t an easy business, as Gill soon discovers.
Being the easily-distracted type, I haven’t seen anything else by “Britain’s greatest screenwriter”™ since, so I was salivating a little at the prospect of his newie.
In terms of believability, character development and quality of acting from all but the two leads, it’s most reminiscent of the Extras sitcom-within-a-sitcom When The Whistle Blows. Minor characters on GGG include a thick one, a gossipy one, an old one and so on. In this first episode, Boycie's minions pay to have his portrait done, the portrait is ludicrously rubbish, Boycie must destroy the portrait but make it look like an accident. That probably makes the plot sound more multi-layered than it is.