I know for a fact that over 14 of you, including at least 3 girls (at least one of which was possibly not a close relative), would give up a vital organ to have seen me on 'Im a celebrity, Get me out of here.' Of course I didn't watch it all like some saddo's - on night 4 I missed an hour, at about 2.30 in the morning on ITV2, when I had a dickie tummy, due to a dodgy Pot Noodle which I didn't let stand for exactly 2 minutes.
 As you can see I would have given one of my former pop heroes, Peter Andre, a run for his money re: his 6 pack. Of course when I'm hanging around on the street, say High Street West Gateshead, on the way to Matalan (where I have a Bronze Standard membership - they dont give those out to anyone), I cover most of my body up with regular clothes.
 I have a very stricy exercise regime to keep my body in top shape, including 2 loops of a hula hoop before it falls off, taking a top off a beetroot jar unaided (WARNING: this did end up with me getting a sore bit on my hand), and if I ever take it up I may become one of the top 10 in the whole world at Kick Boxing.

 If I had been on, I would have done well on the most dangerous trials, apart from the one where you had to eat horrible things. Oh yea, and I cant stand spiders or snakes or insects, and am no good in the heat and dont like heights. And I can swim, but find it really boring, so nothing with swimming in either.
 Glamour model Jordan would get on with me really well, and be all over me like a rash. I cant discuss here how far things would have gone between us, but if anything long term developed you can be sure that I would be prepared to change my underpants up to 3 times a weeks - apparently lasses like that kind of sensitive man behaviour.