Real­ity is that los­ing self-re­spect is price that has to be paid

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AS nu­mer­ous fa­mous names are touted as par­tic­i­pants on this year’s I’m A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here!, it sparked a de­bate with some pals.

One asked what it would take to sign up to the ITV real­ity show, which fol­lows well-known faces sur­viv­ing in the Australian jun­gle.

“Ten grand”, one said. “I’d do it for ten grand.”

I shook my head. “Never. Ever,” I said.

“Come on,” the ten-grander said, “We’ve all got a price.”

While £10,000 is one heck of a pay­day, I’m not sure there’s any amount of money that would en­tice me to eat kan­ga­roo tes­ti­cles for the view­ing plea­sure of mil­lions of peo­ple you don’t know.

The same goes for chew­ing camel bits, pop­ping snake eye­balls with your teeth or be­ing buried alive with spi­ders and rats.

It might be a life-chang­ing ex­pe­ri­ence, one that would make you re­alise the value of life, fam­ily and home.

Ac­tu­ally, I reckon I would do it — but in pri­vate with no cam­eras to care­fully edit you into be­ing a prize ee­jit.

The con­ver­sa­tion turned to what real­ity show we would do. I had no hes­i­ta­tion. Strictly Come Danc­ing. The hair, the glit­ter, the dresses. Be­ing Cin­derella every week­end. It’s worth it for the makeup lessons and dance moves, let alone the cheque. That’s the sparkly end of real­ity TV. “I’d def­i­nitely do Who Do You Think You Are?”, an­other pal piped up. “I’d love to know more about my fam­ily tree.”

I’m with her. You might even find out you’re de­scended from roy­alty, as hap­pened to East­End­ers “geezer” Danny Dyer in a re­cent episode.

The prob­lem with the ma­jor­ity of fly-on-the-wall shows, how­ever, is that cam­eras lie in wait to show the par­tic­i­pants hav­ing a tantrum, sulk­ing or be­ing lazy.

Be­cause that makes bet­ter telly than be­ing nice.

Rarely does any­one come out as a good egg, some­one with whom you’d want to share a pint.

For every Scar­lett Mof­fat (I’m A Celeb win­ner and Gog­gle­box star) who makes a ca­reer from real­ity telly, there are 10 Ge­orge Gal­loways, for­ever re­mem­bered — in spite of a life­time in pol­i­tics — as the purring cat on Celebrity Big Brother.

Do you have a price? An of­fer to which you couldn’t say no? Even to swal­low­ing (or giv­ing up) your pride in the shape of kan­ga­roo bits?

“£1 mil­lion,” my friend said as we were leav­ing. “Come on, you’d do it for £1 mil­lion.”

You can’t put a price on self-re­spect. Not in a mil­lion… OK, maybe for £1 mil­lion.

Pre­sen­ters Ant and Dec on I’m A Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here.

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