I have been about in the past few weeks, but, to the best of my knowledge, have been nowhere near the Australian outback. Which made Carolyn Hitt's piece on I'm A Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here! in yesterday's Western Mail all the more confusing:
JUNGLE fever has subsided for another year. The crowning of former boy band cheeky chappie Matt Withers as I'm A Celebrity's king proves that teenage girls do, in fact, rule the world. When the series began, he was the only 'celebrity' I had to look up.
How odd.