Christie's delight out of the jungle
IT’S a while since Linford Christie has had the chance to whoop and punch the air in a victory dance.
Once upon a time he would have done it for winning an Olympic gold medal.
Now it’s the way he reacts to coming seventh and being booted out of I’m A Celebrity... How the mighty fall.
He has visibly aged in the past three weeks, his skin greying as his stubble comes through. His nerves have clearly frayed too.
Linford Christie and his daughter Brianna, 13
On his last night in camp he threw a hissy fi t in the kitchen worthy of the most highly-strung professional chef.
The final straw seems to have been a night in a soaking sleeping bag as the rain poured down.
But it must have been hard for him to tear himself away from Kayla Collins, whose soul he has been trying so energetically to save (even if he does seem to think her soul is located somewhere between her peachy shoulder blades).
Kayla spent a good deal of time in a bikini, and the cameramen zoomed in obligingly close.
Linford Christie relieved to be out of the jungle
She and Jenny Eclair were justifi ably cross when the others wanted to do the quiz for the goodies they had just retrieved while they were still washing their pond-gunk off.
Dom Joly brushed away their complaints but Linford understood. Allowances had to be made for lady hormones, he noted.
Dom is turning into a brilliant commentator on everyone else.
Smart and funny, he captures everyone’s foibles – calling Stacey “the Duchess of Dagenham” is inspired – and he clearly likes to think of himself as the voice of affable reason.
But my, how the weather can turn, and he doesn’t half take himself seriously when it suits him. I predict extreme grumpiness if he’s one of the next to go.
Linford Christie celebrates being evicted from I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here
Earlier Shaun Ryder did not even conceal his delight at Gillian McKeith’s eviction. One of the reasons he is such a breath of fresh air – if “fresh” is the right word for a man who hasn’t changed his socks for five days – is that he doesn’t do false.
He skipped and danced, and insects crashed into trees, dazzled by the white of his perma-smile.
Lastly there seemed to be a surprise arrival in the camp. I was convinced I’d seen Diana Ross squatting round the camp fi re and getting logs from the wood store. But it was only Aggro Santos with his hair down.
