In the sweltering heat of the jungle camp, where tempers flare as easily as the campfire, Ruby Wax turned mischief-maker extraordinaire during tonight’s chore reassignment. With a twinkle in her eye and a dash of devilish delight, the comedian decided to poke the hornet’s nest between feuding campmates Aitch and Ginge, cranking up the drama to epic proportions.
3Ruby Wax was in a mischievous mood tonight as the campmates got new choresCredit: itv
Angry Ginge was not happy after he was given two choresCredit: itv
Two men in red vests in a jungle, one looking down and the other with his face in his hands.
For days, the duo had been grumbling louder than a pack of hungry hyenas about their dreaded washing-up duties. Aitch and Ginge, stuck scrubbing pots and pans, had clashed spectacularly with the rest of the group over the sheer volume of dirty dishes piling up. Ginge, in particular, had laid down the law: no more eating out of cups to cut down on the mess, and everyone should stick to one container for breakfast and lunch. But evicted stars Kelly Brook and Vogue Williams weren’t having it, firing back that such scrimping would be downright unhygienic. The squabble simmered like a pot on the boil until a fragile truce was struck last night.
Fast-forward to tonight’s episode, and with the camp whittled down to just eight survivors, it was time for a chore overhaul. Lisa and Ruby took charge of the board, reshuffling tasks to account for the smaller headcount—which meant some unlucky souls would double up on duties. Seizing the moment for maximum mayhem, Ruby slyly assigned Ginge not one, but two chores, while handing Aitch a cushy single gig.
Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Ruby spilled the beans on her cheeky strategy: “So we have Ginge doing two and Aitch doing only one as we knew that would aggravate the situation and we like to see a little conflict between the two of them!” Oh, the audacity! Ginge, predictably, erupted like a volcano. “Why have I got two chores and he’s got one?” he bellowed, jabbing a finger at Aitch. Ruby shot back with a wink: “You’ll be given one job next week.” But Ginge, ever the pessimist, quipped: “We won’t be here.”
The washing-up saga wasn’t done yet—last night’s flare-up reignited with a vengeance. As the group gathered around the campfire for breakfast, Ginge’s eyes narrowed at the sight of everyone slurping rice from their forbidden cups. “The tins please…” he growled through clenched teeth. Kelly, mid-bite, chirped back: “Too late!” In the Bush Telegraph, Ginge declared war: “I’m not having it anymore! I’m taking a stand.”
Come the morning meeting, Ginge stood tall and addressed the tribe like a jungle general: “I think I have been very polite when I have asked [people] not to use mugs and I think my reasoning is more than fair. What I will say is if I see one more person eating out of a cup, I will refuse to wash up. Thank you.” Enter Aitch with a olive branch of sorts—a compromise: use cups twice if you must (rice in one go, beans in another), but switch to tin trays for dinner. The group voted by show of hands, and voilà—the new rule passed. Ginge, surprisingly appeased, nodded: “I’m happy with that.”
As the sun sets on another day of jungle intrigue, Ruby’s playful meddling has proven one thing: in camp, a sprinkle of conflict keeps things sizzling. Will peace hold, or is this just the calm before the next storm? Stay tuned—the jungle never sleeps!