IF I were to say to you Myleene Klass in a white bikini, Paul Burrell's blood curdling screams, Peter Andre penning his future single 'Insania', Bush Tucker trials and Natalie Appleton having what looked like a mental breakdown, I can only be talking about one thing – I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here.
Earlier this week the rumoured 'Celeb' line-up was announced and included great names such as David Haye, Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson and one of my favourite women ever, Grace Jones.
Who didn't love her hula-hoop swinging performance at the Queen's Jubilee celebrations this year?
It's hard to believe that the show is 10 years old and, unlike The X Factor, it just seems to get better.
The main reasons for this is the brilliance of hosts Ant and Dec, the truly disgusting Bush Tucker Trials and the fact we, the public, are in total control of humiliating the most annoying contestants and choosing the King or Queen of the Jungle.
I have been asked a number of times to go down to London to meet with the producers to discuss appearing on the show but I have always declined, not because I don't love the programme or think less of anyone that does it, but because I'm absolutely terrified of all creepy crawlies.
I couldn't possibly walk around in red shorts and a vest top on national television, I actually like the British public, and to be honest I just don't want to be famous that badly.
On saying that, I never miss a show as there have been golden moments – one in particular springs to mind.
It was a cold wintery Sunday in November 2010 and I was curled up on my sofa eating a Singapore chow mein when my eyes nearly popped out of my head.
Four years previously I had taken part in a TV show for Channel 4 called You Are What You Eat.
It was a year-long project in which I had to totally change the way I lived.
I gave up all processed meals, I gave up alcohol, I gave up my social life and my sanity but I lost 10 stone in weight, so it was all worth it.
I also had to work with a woman who looked at other people's poo for fun and made me eat some-thing called quinoa, so when I lay there on my sofa eating my takeaway and saw her face pop up you can only imagine my glee.
My exact words were "You beauty. Bring on the insects."
Unfort-unately Gillian McKeith's appearance on the show was not brilliant for the diet guru but it has led to a career boost for others such as Myleene Klass and Phil Tufnell.
Whoever goes into the jungle on Sunday is in for a tough time and I wish them all the luck in the world especially if any of them dare turn their back on Grace Jones.
Don't believe me?
Just google Grace's appear-ance on the Russell Harty show.
n Delighted to say that I am performing at the ladies' lunch in the Westerwood Hotel & Golf Resort, Cumbernauld, on Sunday in aid of the wonderful Macmillan Cancer Nurses.
Still Game's very funny and talented Jane McCarry is the guest speaker so it'll be a fabulous afternoon.