MY husband glanced at the television as a beleaguered reality star suffered crickets, cockroaches and other critters being dumped on her head and declared it to be torture.

Every year we have a similar debate about I’m A Celebrity.

He feels sorry for the people, but I don’t think for a minute they ever put the in real danger – the mud crabs getting up close and personal with TOWIE’s Ferne McCann had their claws taped and there are medics on hand to help out as soon as a creature gets out of hand.

And these people are being paid, handsomely in some cases, for their troubles.

I feel the same about the brides-to-be on BBC3’s Don’t Tell the Bride.

I watched one this week where the bride refused point blank to wear the dress her groom had chosen for her and promptly chose one herself.

She should have been made to wear the original dress, or his second choice, because those were the rules of being given £14,000 for a free wedding.

There has to be a catch or surely it is just a free wedding?

Mind you, she did go on to endure a farm themed wedding complete with her beau dressed as a sort of scarecrow.

Her big day concluded with pig racing, so perhaps I will allow her the small victory of having at least been able to dress in a gown she felt beautiful in.