I’m a Celebrity, Get me Out of Year…

Oh, yes. Another New Year’s Eve, another themed party.

Freshly ejected from Butlins, I’ve got just ten hours to turn myself into Emily Scott (I hope Matt is prepared to be Mark Wright for the night), invent several Bushtucker Trials that can be performed in one’s living room, create an Iceland spread (that bit’s pretty easy – although duck skewers are banned on the grounds that just the thought of them makes Eliott heave) and whip up a Jungle Juice punch that won’t land anyone in hospital.

My son has written me the following, helpful fancy dress list:

Fake tattoos
Being sexy

What an excellent party planner he’s turning out to be.

Image from ITV

Written by Johanna Payton