Call for the firefighters
Firefighters should no longer be referred to as firemen, said the boss of London’s brigade. Dany Cotton wants to ditch the term “fireman” in a drive to get more women to join up. SCARLETT Moffatt won the hearts of the nation and was crowned Queen of the Jungle on ITV’s I’m a Celebrity last year.
Today, in the second exclusive extract from her new book Me Life Story: Sofa So Good, she reveals more about the jungle win she still cannot believe... I’M NOT A CELEBRITY My 200 hair extensions were blowing in the breeze, I could feel one of my eyelashes coming off, my spray tan looked patchy in the sunlight, I had my £40 white and gold kimono dress on and gold heels that I couldn’t walk properly in (Bambi on ice) but they looked good so it was all fine.
Despite all this and having a sweaty tash, it finally felt real... I was going on I’m a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here!
“Oh my God, I’m going to meet the real Ant and Dec!” I was saying in my head. I held back tears of excitement.
Think of something cool to say, I kept whispering to myself. “Oh my God, it’s really you, Wonkey Donkey was the highlight of my week as a kid!” I blurted out. (Smooth, real smooth, Scarlett.)
Realising I was going to be living with legends like Carol Vorderman, Larry Lamb, Lisa Snowdon and Sam Quek (I mean a gold Olympian), I could hardly contain myself. LARRY MY HERO My entrance into the camp was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. I thought I was going to enter like some sort of Bond girl. In some sort of jumpsuit, leaping from a helicopter. Instead I was sat in a canoe.
Let me set the scene: I’m doing this challenge with Larry Lamb, who is like some sort of Bear Grylls-merman hybrid.
I am there in the torrential rain, my pretend silk (pilk) white dress is now see-through so it is revealing my Bridget Jones pants, my fake tan has now run all down my legs, my hair is stuck to my head and my eyelashes look like spider’s legs. I have a leech on my bum and I have got loads of soggy sachets of salt in my bra that I’d taken from a cafe and was trying to sneak in there.
“This is not how I imagined my entrance to the jungle would be, Larry.”
After being rescued (I’d still be in that canoe now if it wasn’t for Larry), it was the start of a beautiful friendship.
Everyone would agree with me that Larry was the boss – it didn’t matter who got voted for by the public, Larry was our King of the Jungle.
Some of the boys got shown right up – all the boys would be doing press-ups with nothing but little tiny pants on.
Larry would just strut into the middle of camp, take his top off and start pumping iron. ONE FROM THE BOTTOM, CAROL Carol Vorderman was the yummy mummy of the group.
One of the highlights of my experience and one of the most surreal moments is when Carol washed my hair for me. Because the shower and creek is so cold, your hair just stinks constantly. You end up with soap suds, dead bugs and all sorts in there. Carol boiled some water for me and gave me a head massage and everything. THE Carol Vorderman was washing my hair. When I was younger, my dad would pick me up from school and we would watch Countdown together. We would get a pen and paper out and play along. “Two from the top and four from the bottom please, Carol.” I grew up with