My stint on the hellish, sandfly-ridden island taught me that the secret to a cohesive society is pretending to like each other
I did Celebrity Island with Bear Grylls a couple of years ago. I was dropped off on a desert island with nine people I didn’t know, with no food, no clothes except the ones we were wearing, no shoes, no mobile phone, no bra and no mayonnaise. For one month. There were five men and five women: single parents, divorced, married; black, mixed race, white working class, white middle class, Arab, American and one person with a disability.
There were people I didn’t like and I knew there were people who didn’t like me. The conditions were harsh. We hadn’t eaten for six days and were severely dehydrated and constantly bitten by sandflies and mosquitoes. We were lying in ditches suffering from hypothermia. It wasn’t Glastonbury, it was Vietnam.
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