I know the moment Vogue Williams sealed her fate as early IAC evictee – and what it says about women like her

YOU’VE been on I’m A Celebrity for six days, with enough grease in your hair to power Blackpool’s chip shops, no trace of tan or moisturiser on your skin and any hint of mascara is long gone.  In a shapeless blue t-shirt and red cargo pants, you’ve never felt more disgusting.  Then in breezes 5’11’’…