Everyone is desperately hoping that this latest group of sculpted, perfect-looking humans are able to find one another attractive.
Local fat bastard, Peter Thape is wondering how many of the female contestants would find him attractive, as he watches the programme in his own cloud of sickly fart gas.
Thape wonders similarly how his wife would get on, as she plucks away at a beard that would make Brian Blessed jealous.
‘Young people; they know nothing of the misery that’s coming,’ said Thape.
‘Wonder if these lads buy all their clothes from George at Asda, too?’ added Thape.