It reminds us that fame is fragile. That survival is absurd. That a 71-year-old pub landlady is tougher than any dinosaur bird. And that sometimes, a single typo can capture the chaotic, glorious, deeply flawed spirit of a show better than any slick marketing campaign ever could.

The final Bush Tucker Trial was – a mile-long obstacle course of sewage, eels, electric shocks (mild), and a final pit of live huntsman spiders. Liam collapsed at the first hurdle (a small puddle). Delia completed it in a state of meditative bliss, humming “Jerusalem.” Marty completed it while giving a running commentary on the poor quality of modern sewage infrastructure.

Then came .

The title card famously misspelled “Drip” as “Dthrip.” The trial itself was simple: campmates had to stand under a series of buckets that would dump cockroaches, mealworms, and fermented fish guts over their heads. Liam Thornton, the boybander, refused to participate unless he was given “executive producer credit.” He was made to sit in the “naughty chair” (a termite-ridden log) for two hours. The trial was completed by Marty Plunkett, who swallowed a live wichetty grub whole and then burped the chorus of “Jerusalem.”