|Stacey prepares to wrestle a croc|
It's not just her outlook - her absolute refusal to see the bad, or buckle, in any situation - she's spot on about everything. Dom Jolly, who I've also warmed to, nailed it when he said all Stacey's instincts are dead on.
When she gently pointed out to that BASTARD Gillian McKeith that, given that she hated the trials and had a phobia about everything, maybe she should quit, she chose her words carefully, and spoke with genuine care. Especially so given what most people would say to the saggy-chopped old harridan, given the chance.
For McKeith to then - no, don't lose it here... deep breath, it's just a telly programme - MAKE STACEY CRY, well, surely the whole nation wanted to race to her aid, pausing only to boot McKeith up the vulva.
In yesterday's trial she basically walked Aggro (!) through the whole thing. His backside looked like it had gone, and given the height they were working at who could blame him? But Stacey was there, guiding him along every step - and she must have been bricking it herself. But she held the pair of them together - there's something about her manner that is totally disarming.
This is what Stacey said before she went in to the jungle: “I'm the type of person to squeal and I do think I will be voted for every trial. I'm scared of bugs too. Urgh! And I am claustrophobic. I do think people are going to laugh at me.” No one's laughing at her.
The Daily Mail and their ilk will probably hate the fact it's a single mother strapping it on and taking care of business, so to speak. When really they - and I'd go so far as to say the whole country - should be marvelling at this woman.
She's caring, brave, kind, compassionate, tidy looking, and smart. This is the kind of person Britain can still produce. I'm just glad there's more time to enjoy the programme as she marches on to what looks an inevitable victory (Shaun Ryder notwithstanding - her only rival).