The moment the opening credits roll, with that dramatic music and the helicopter shot of the jungle, your living room transforms. You’re no longer a person with a job and responsibilities. You’re a survival expert, a psychologist, and a judge—all from your couch. You’ll yell at the screen, “Don’t eat that!” followed by, “Eat it faster!” It’s a weird contradiction. Just go with it.
So, when does I'm a Celebrity start? Soon. Soon enough that you can feel it in the air, like the smell of damp leaves and impending social hibernation. Mark my words: in a few weeks, you’ll be texting your friends, “I can’t believe they ate that!” And they’ll reply, “I know, right?” And for those sixty minutes, the world’s problems shrink to the size of a kangaroo’s penis. Enjoy the madness.
