Anne’s trial by ordeal
Of course anyone with a heart, and a tragic penchant for bottom-of-the-barrel reality TV, will be finding Anne Hegerty’s I’m a Celebrity ordeal quite difficult to watch. There’s the obvious confidence-knocking pang of wondering how out of touch you are that her name provokes not a flicker of recognition. But then there’s also the outrage that a clearly vulnerable woman, could be so brutally abased in the name of light entertainment — she’s already had bugs, slime and fish guts thrown at her. The headlines scream of exploitation and viewers have complained to Ofcom. In a sense all this seems a bit like complaining that GBBO promotes an unhealthy diet or that Big Brother encourages voyeurism. Exploitation is what the masses come to I’m a Celebrity for. It’s always been sanctioned bear-baiting, with saggy soap stars standing in for the bears and five-figure payments helping the bugs go down. So we can rest easy, and, at time of writing, Anne was doing just that.