He shimmied up. One hand. Then the other. His abs, once a Photoshopped marvel, were now just a roadmap of insect welts and despair. The Greek production assistant on the loudspeaker—a man named Dimitri with the soul of a Byzantine torturer—counted down.
Kieran lunged. His fingers brushed the star. Then the pole won. i'm a celebrity... get me out of here greece season 09 2160p
His teammate, a former Olympic hurdler named Tamsin, had already slipped and landed with a splat that echoed off the cliffs. Now it was just Kieran, the pole, and the ghost of his publicist whispering, "This is good for the brand, this is good for the brand." He shimmied up
"Get me out of here," Kieran whispered.
As he lay there, staring up at the impossibly blue Greek sky, a crab the size of his fist crawled onto his chest. It held up one tiny claw, as if hailing a taxi. His abs, once a Photoshopped marvel, were now