WATCHING celebrities chow down on camels feet, meal worms, crocodile penises, spiders and blended vomit fruit might sound like something from a bizarre dystopian nightmare.

In fact, it was one of the main attractions gripping over 11 million people to to ITV’s I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here every night for the past three weeks.

No one would have thought the break-out star from this series would be former Tottenham Hotspur manager Harry Redknapp.

But the jam roly poly-loving man from Stepney has won the nation’s heart with his stories, including the classic time he ignored Prince Harry at the gym, and by sharing little random facts about himself like the fact he has no sense of smell. (making him the perfect candidate for the job of cleaning the dunni).

Harry had us all sobbing into a glass of wine when he was surprised by an appearance of his wife Sandra. His epic love for his ‘Saand’ has melted even my icy cold heart over the past month.

Who can forget his rendition of Franks Sinatra’s ‘My Way’ during the jungle karaoke, arguably a Brit award worthy performance.

I could go on forever, but the question is, what will we do now?

As Brexit becomes more painful by the minute, Harry and the other celebrities have been a balm to my soul. Perhaps we could get him on Dancing on Ice?

What a glorious sight it would be to behold, almost as good as a toga clad Noel Edmonds standing wide eyed with a yabby in his mouth while Harry chants ‘yabba dabba doo!’ at him.

Despite the growing sway towards the idea, I feel that Harry is to important now to risk letting him break his back trying to swing a woman around by the blades on the ice skating themed show. We will inevitably have the joy of seeing other celebrities crack their skulls open on the ice, we can let some other, rubbish ones do that though.

Another high quality piece of television we have to look forward to is of course the Love Island Christmas reunion. Critics of the millennial generation, who relish in denouncing us as shallow, vacuous and ill-informed will feel rather silly when they realise that they are sadly mistaken. Especially upon meeting the show’s 21-year-old dancer Georgia, who was convinced that a carpenter was the the creator of carpets.