I tried I’m A Celebrity’s worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull’s penis and got covered in fish guts!

I tried I'm A Celebrity's worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull's penis and got covered in fish guts!

As a seasoned viewer of I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here!, I must admit, this year’s series has taken a rather gruesome turn for the celebrities. Having had the misfortune of trying to conquer an eating trial myself, I can empathize with their plight.


Eating a bull’s penis is so much harder than it looks – in every sense of the word.

If you’re observing Coleen Rooney or Tulisa from NDubz attempting to eat something challenging during I’m A Celebrity this year and you think to yourself, “I could handle that”, I can assure you, it’s a different story for you.

From the single hair that stared back at me as I lifted it up to my lips and the stale clammy pink colour to the first unnerving crunch prompting an immediate gag reflex – it was just not humanly possible to eat.

Adding the challenge of consuming it within a minute while balancing on a narrow board over a tank filled with 75 kilos of decaying fish waste certainly amplifies the horrifying aspect of the game.

As you sit there snickering at the celebrities and casually grabbing another buttery cookie, remember that Bush Tucker Trials aren’t a joking matter for them; it’s a real challenge.

I tried I'm A Celebrity's worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull's penis and got covered in fish guts!

I tried I'm A Celebrity's worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull's penis and got covered in fish guts!

I might be stating the obvious, but they are actually really, really unpleasant experiences.

The entire process leading up to the moment when you’re ready – with goggles on, timer set, and facing a bull’s penis – starts well before that point.

As a fervent enthusiast, I hop aboard a creaky, window-shrouded van, whisking me away from the jungle encampment for an enigmatic destination hidden just a stone’s throw away – a journey spanning anywhere between three captivating minutes to a tantalizing ten.

I must admit that my description of this unfamiliar situation is nothing more than conjecture based on my own harrowing experiences, as it left me feeling utterly disoriented and bewildered. It was as if I had been placed inside a dark chamber, shaken violently for several minutes, leaving me struggling to make sense of the world around me.

Producers do this so as not to burst the immersive bubble of I’m A Celebrity for contestants.

This can be done by speaking to someone from the outside world, catching a glimpse of the time (there are no clocks in the Jungle) or hearing the radio.

All of these possibilities are eliminated when you sit in the back of a pitch-black van alone.

It’s fair to conclude that you find yourself quite peculiar, squinting under the bright Australian sun, unsure of your bearings and far from ready to tackle a challenge named “Davey Jones’ Lockers.

I tried I'm A Celebrity's worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull's penis and got covered in fish guts!
I tried I'm A Celebrity's worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull's penis and got covered in fish guts!

The challenge at hand: Consume boiled bull’s penis within 60 seconds, without pinching your nose shut, to receive a star (a meal for the campers).

The forfeit was a heavy tangle of slimy fish guts being poured on your head from a bucket before being dunked into a pool of them.

It seemed straightforward, so with confidence, I opened the pirate-themed chest named Davey Jones, and picked up the wan-looking cocktail sausage on a stick.

Feeling a bit uneasy due to the large, exposed bull’s genitalia that was wrapped around the food, I tried to ignore it, although its impressive size was hard to overlook.

What took me aback in this instance were the unusual, thick accumulations of skin in certain areas, before I even caught a glimpse of the hair.

Holding a grisly appetizer in my hand, I ascended the stairs towards the waiting platform situated above a vat containing 75 kilograms of pasty, round fish innards that bobbed ominously beneath me.

In simpler terms, I could accomplish the task effectively only if I tackled it as a whole instead of breaking it into smaller parts.

Crack was the first sound like I’d bitten a chopped-off finger.

As I persisted in trying to bite through it, the situation only grew more challenging since my teeth seemed unable to penetrate the hard outer layer. Whenever I managed to puncture that layer, I encountered resistance and felt as if I had bit into a soft, spongy substance similar to bone marrow.

As a devoted adherent, I find myself grappling with a sensation reminiscent of chewing something that disintegrates into mushy fragments in my mouth, triggering an overwhelming urge to expel it swiftly.

However, the greatest challenge isn’t the actual act of consuming it, but rather overcoming the psychological barrier – the fact that what you’re ingesting resembles a bull’s horn or proboscis, an image that may take more than a fleeting moment to accept comfortably.

Overwhelmed by an unachievable task and feeling queasy with a growing sense of nausea as my stomach churned from the strong odor of fish guts, I opted to pick up the silver bucket – a standard item provided for every celebrity’s meal, used to vomit into.

It came as a light relief as the heap of fish guts slid over my head and then with the pull of a lever, thunk, I was dropped into the rotten pool.

Upon tumbling headfirst without my goggles, I found myself disgusted as I seemed to have inadvertently opened my mouth. I struggled against the lengthy entanglements of internal organs that were sticking to me.

The attempt didn’t succeed, but I found solace in the knowledge that the strong recoil reflex, experienced by those who’ve attempted to consume an animal’s genitalia, has triumphed over all competitors, regardless of their strength.

Previously, the ex-heavyweight boxing champion, Tony Bellew, ended up ill in a corner following an attempt to consume a pig’s penis-based smoothie.

Together with the leader of Reform UK, Nigel Farage, it was said that they spent around three hours recording the challenge due to their repeated struggles to swallow the unappetizing concoction.

After being tended to on a plush chair while they gently washed me with fresh water and offered soft towels, I’ve never felt more content knowing I wouldn’t be going back to a sweltering, smelly campsite caked in fish remains.

Although I needed three scorching showers and almost an entire bottle of soap to eliminate the lingering fishy odor, celebrities have to manage the same challenge using just a small eco-friendly bar of soap and the drizzle of water from their jungle-style shower.

Around 600 kilos of fish guts of animal insides, Offal, are used throughout a single series.

I tried I'm A Celebrity's worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull's penis and got covered in fish guts!
I tried I'm A Celebrity's worst Bushtucker Trial, threw up a boiled bull's penis and got covered in fish guts!

I don’t want to even begin to imagine what campmates smell like after the leftover fish guts have time to ruminate on them.

But I found out that many stop wearing deodorant because they find it doesn’t make a difference…

Anyway, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, eating an animal penis is hard.

This year’s celebrity-focused television show trials no longer leave me indifferent; instead, they evoke empathy. Whenever one airs, you’ll find me brewing a cup of tea in the kitchen.

I do not want to revisit that experience, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

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2024-11-14 01:20

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