​By Jeremy Clay

Meanwhile, back in the jungle, Katie Price is eating an anus.

Or is it Jordan? I’ve never been entirely sure about that. She seems to be Jordan when she’s topless or pictured staggering out of a nightclub, and Katie when she’s pregnant or releasing a range of equestrian wear.

So I suppose that was Jordan eating the kangaroo’s bum on I’m a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here (9.20pm, ITV, Saturday) and Katie who spurned the offer of a dish of the unfortunate creature’s testicles.

Got that? Good. Meanwhile, on the other side of the Bushtucker table, poor old Kim Woodburn was having to scoff the lot herself, without an alter-ego to help out.

The fish eye, the anus, the cockroach and cricket, the exalted witchetty grub, even those kangaroo testicles.

They all went down, with the minimum of fuss, all things considered. “I’ve got to give my hat to her,” said Jordan in admiration.

She’s a bit of a trouper is Kim – a mix of Claire Rayner, Margaret Rutherford and a previously unseen Dick Emery character and the only one in the camp who’d look at home in a pith helmet.

So matching her up against Jordan was like pitching Old Britain v New.

Old Britain won, of course. Jordan, who’s even more orange than Hull manager Phil Brown these days, didn’t even manage to swallow the fish eye. “It’s got a bone in it,” she complained.

In her defence, Jordan might have task fatigue. This was her fifth on the trot. “What have I done to deserve this?” she grumbled at one point, with something unpleasant poised by her mouth.

I don’t think we have space, dear.

She was due another trial last night, though as I’m writing this on Sunday morning, I haven’t got the foggiest how it turned out.

For all I know she’s up for another tonight, after we all voted to fly in some CIA agents to waterboard her.

But it’s getting a little tedious, this communal persecution. And a little uncomfortable.

If nothing else, Jordan’s total dominance of the show is chewing up everyone else’s airtime.

Aside from Kim, it’s hard to think of others who’ve made any kind of impression at all.

There’s Joe Bugner, I suppose, but only because he looks like Arthur Mullard in a brillo pad wig. Or Sam Fox, who’s been notable for not being notable at all. And that’s about it.

Oh, there’s someone from Hollyoaks. “He’s from Hollyoaks,” people told each other at the beginning, which seems to be the modern equivalent of “he’s from Barcelona”.

And yet it’s still great TV. After nine series, I’m a Celeb probably shouldn’t work any more. The fact that it does is chiefly down to the irresistible Ant and Dec.

To see what I’m A Celeb would be like without them, switch to ITV2. More or less the same, but with Joe Swash in charge.

Yes, quite.

*Since this review was published, many important things have happened in the world. Oh, and Jordan quit the show too. Maybe she'll return. Maybe she won't. Let's not dwell on it any longer.