A real cyclone hits on Day 18. Not a scripted storm. A real one. The production crew panics. The cameras keep rolling because no one remembers to turn them off.

The celebrities vote. They don’t know each other. Bomber, the ex-editor, immediately takes charge. “Right, let’s send the cyclist. He’s young. He’s got protein to spare.”

We see Tony “The Cat” Castellano step out first, wearing a white tracksuit that is instantly flecked with mud. He grins at the camera, revealing a gold tooth. “Easy,” he says. “I’ve slept rough. Had a few nights on the tiles back in ’82.”

“Tastes like… peanut butter,” he whispers.

They survive the night. The storm passes. The sun rises over a demolished camp.