Even though the first Pilgrims from Plymouth landed four hundred years ago, I guess 76 million square kilometers of water isn't enough to keep people from influencing one another, and the one thing America and England have in common apart from shakey unilateral ties and a general distaste for each other, is that the celebrities outnumber the general 'unfamous' population.
England, however, have less internationally known celebs, which makes it really sad when they start new seasons of "I'm a celebrity, get me out of here!" and you dont know any of them, so the latest installment features, well, no one. I'm suprised that they haven't started writing gossip mags about the unfamous people, because surely there would be less pages to fill and less people to keep up with.
There's a strange British perversion with the way they keep celebrities in glass cages and poke them with sticks to see what they'll do; like how there are hundreds of people who'll get offered large amounts of money to 'admit' that they've slept with him and her, and their dog. I remember that Malaysia had it's first homegrown skank in the form of Sarah Marbeck quite recently, but we didn't know what to do with her, so the censorship board shut her up because there was too much mention of the 's' word...shh...
Anyhow, after watching fifteen minutes of the very first episode I've seen of this locally-hyped series, I've decided that it's basically Survivor come Fear Factor with less skin (what with being British and everything), more squeaky people, and a whole lot of 'eowwhh thaht's bloody nahsty'.
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