It depends!
If Survivor was on Tonga, I'd give it a go, because by their traditional predelictions, I am a woman of perfect proportion. The locals would probably kidnap me into the hinterland and lavish gifts upon me.
Otherwise, Big Brother of course.
OK, the shower scenes wouldn't be pretty.
Sunbathing on the patio would probably result in Friends of the Earth trying to liberate me or refloat me in the jacuzzi.
The positives for the other housemates:
1. They would never risk losing much on the physical tasks, because having met me, they would only bet a minimal amount. The pressure would be off, and everyone would chill out.
2. I can cook
3. I am a woman of dazzling wit and repartee
4. I present no risk of spiriting anyone away from their girlfriends.
However, I have to admit, the perfect reality TV programme for me would have to be Big Fat Club.
As long as Paul Clarke was substituted for that Harvey bloke as my personal trainer.
'No, ROB, you do press-ups like this! What? Show you again? I could do, fair enough, but I tell you what, you're certainly game for a big old girl.
I like that.
The others went in hours ago, but you're always so keen. I mean, the way you let me demonstate all those wrestling holds on you!'
Mmm, as Paul would say, 'Interesting scenario!'
Sounds like a job for Channel 5!
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