I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here Australia Season 10 Bd9 Best May 2026

It was bitter. It was bold. And it aged perfectly.

The camp had nominated two people: Dylan "The Dynamo" Reeves, a muscle-bound fitness influencer who had fainted during a fish-gutting challenge, and Roz.

Dylan went first. He lasted ninety seconds before screaming "I'M A CELEBRITY, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"—the sacred phrase that ended a trial. He emerged covered in mealworms, sobbing that the python had "looked at him wrong." It was bitter

"But here's the secret," Roz said, leaning forward. "I want them to send me to the next trial. And the next. Because every time I win those stars, I'm not feeding them out of kindness. I'm feeding them out of strategy."

"Starving people are weak people. Weak people turn on each other. And when they turn on each other, they forget to vote for the quiet one in the corner." The camp had nominated two people: Dylan "The

The headline read:

"Protein," she said. "Eat up. You'll need your strength." He emerged covered in mealworms, sobbing that the

Inside the tiny, sweltering tin shed known as the "Confessional Booth," Roz Hartley slumped onto the wooden stool. Her blonde hair, once a sleek television anchor wave, was now a matted nest of mud and eucalyptus sap. She hadn't seen mascara in two weeks. Her fingernails were permanently rimmed with charcoal from tending the campfire.