Posted by sean on November 28, 2005 at 9:38 pm in Television with No Comments

Watched I’m A Celebrity last night, Jenny Frost, Kimberley Davies and Sheree Murphy had to have a wash. However attractive they may be fit women can still get dirty and smell.

Anyway, they all went down to the lake together to clean themselves. After moaning about how fat they felt (there was more meat on those crickets dumped on Anthony Costa) they started to strip. This pleased millions of red blooded males all over the country, including Liverpool’s Australian footballer Harry Kewell who was probably missing his wife and her trim body.

Kewell probably thought he was in for an evening of entertainment, sitting in his Liverpool mansion with a can of Fosters watching his wife get naked. This enjoyment must have turned to extreme embarrassment when his wife Sheree Murphy was discussing her stomach stretch mark problem and went on to say “Harry has them too”.

Kewell has been laughed at before for his recent weight gain so this comment from his beloved wife must not have been welcome. Bet the Liverpool players couldn’t wait to see him at football training the following morning!

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