Becky sat in the jungle, nervously waiting to hear if her name would be
called was the most intense experience of her life; her heart sank the
moment Dec, who was chuckling menacingly, announced, ‘Paul, the British
public have voted by a massive majority that he will do the next bush
tucker trial.’Could her luck have been any worse? In my moment of need, Lady
Fortune had deserted her and she was to face her worst fears. If she did not
then her fellow campers would go hungry. Despite her fears and the
dilemma of knowing she could get herself out of it at any moment, she was
determined that the words, ‘I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!’ would
not fall from her lips.The worst trial seemed to have been saved for me. Blindfolded,
deprived of her sight, she was to search for the ‘stars’ that would provide
the campers with a much needed alternative to the bland rice they had
been hit with. She was left to grope and thrash the air wildly, dust
and maggots falling on top of her as I disturbed their resting places.