I have come to the conclusion that I don't like Timmy Mallett. I had that suspicion when I was 12. At 33 it is clear that first impressions are often spot on.

The waterworks were well and truly turned on for day three in the jungle.

Day two and the jungle is already starting to take its toll. The absence of power showers, family and food all under a rainy Aussie sky can suddenly make the jungle seem an awfully long way from home.

The jungle this year is more like a glimpse back in time to when wrinkled old dinosaurs roamed the land. With Esther, Killjoy and some guy off Star Trek competing for pension points, it is destined to be more false teeth than false tits I fear.