I'm A Celeb Start Date 2025

Alright, grab your pitchforks and emergency stash of bug spray, because the jungle is calling. The I’m a Celebrity…Get Me Out of Here! start date for 2025 has finally been locked in. And no, it’s not a cruel joke to see how long we can survive without Kerry Katona falling over.

Mark your calendars, folks: the show kicks off on Sunday, November 16, 2025. That’s right—just in time for you to avoid your in-laws at the dinner table by claiming you’re “busy watching celebrities eat kangaroo testicles.” It’s the perfect excuse, and I won’t tell if you don’t.

Why November? Because the Jungle Gets Hangry, Too

Here’s a surprising fact: the show actually moved its start date from the usual mid-November slot by a whole three days. Why? Because the Australian winter (yes, it exists) makes the snakes slightly less enthusiastic about biting Ant and Dec. One producer told me, “We tried May, but the spiders were doing stand-up comedy. It was too distracting.”

Also, November is when the campfire heat reaches that perfect ratio of “sweaty” to “hallucinogenic.” It’s scientifically proven that a celebrity can’t whine properly under 35°C. Trust me, I failed a GCSE in biology, but I know sadness when I see it.

The Real Reason for the Delay: Avoid Christmas Shopping

Let’s be honest: ITV knows you’d rather watch a disgraced soap star argue about rice portions than brave the Tesco car park. So they scheduled the finale for the first week of December, right when the tinsel starts attacking your soul. This gives you maximum time to shout at your telly before you have to wrap presents for people you secretly dislike.

And here’s a gem: the 2025 series is rumored to include a double elimination in week two. Because nothing says “fun” like watching two D-list celebrities sob simultaneously while eating a blended pig’s anus. That’s the true meaning of Christmas.

Who’s Going In? The Bingo Card of Chaos

The official lineup is still a secret, but the betting odds are already more ridiculous than a reality star’s face filter. Bookies suggest we’ll see a former Love Island contestant (mandatory), a 90s pop star who owes HMRC money, and at least one retired athlete who thinks they’re above it all until a cockroach lands on their eyebrow.

Last year, we had a campmate who claimed they “loved nature” but cried for three hours because a fern touched their hand. That is the energy we need in 2025. Bring me the fragility!

Rumor has it a professor of astrophysics is also in the mix. I can already see them trying to explain gravity while a maggot crawls up their nose. “Actually, the stars are just balls of gas—GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!” Perfect telly.

The Trials Are Getting Weirder (And That’s Saying Something)

Here’s a surprising fact: the producers have patented a new trial called “The Dungeon of Regret.” It involves a tank of eels, a blindfold, and a prerecorded message from your ex. If you survive, you get a pudding. If you don’t, you have to watch the news for five minutes. Cruel and unusual—just how we like it.

Also, the eating trials are getting an upgrade. Apparently, the 2025 menu includes fermented cricket milk and a “surprise flavor” that tastes like a wet sock left in a Premier Inn. I’m already gagging, and I’m just reading a press release.

How to Prepare for the Big Day

First, stock up on snacks that match the show's theme: crisps shaped like bugs and anything you can eat while grimacing. Second, warn your family that from November 16, your vocabulary will consist of: “Get it in ya!” and “I’d do it for the yoga.”

Third, and this is crucial: avoid all social media spoilers. Last year, I accidentally saw who won while trying to order a pizza. Don’t be me. Be better. Mute every account that uses the hashtag #ImACeleb or you’ll ruin the only drama that matters.

And if you’re feeling brave, host a prediction party. Offer a prize for whoever correctly guesses which celebrity cries about missing “proper tea” first. The winner gets a year’s supply of dry shampoo—essential when you’re emotionally drained from watching people eat fish eyes.

One Final Thing: Ant and Dec’s Vibes

The dynamic duo will be back, looking suspiciously fresh despite having to stand in a jungle for three weeks. Ant will make a dad joke about a wombat, and Dec will roll his eyes so hard it creates a small gust of wind. It’s the comfort blanket of British TV.

Also, Dec is reportedly growing a moustache for charity this year. If you don’t think that’s hilarious, you are legally required to watch the show anyway. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. The jungle does.

So, that’s the scoop. November 16, 2025. Mark it in biro. Set an alarm. Cancel all plans that involve daylight. The jungle is waiting, and it’s going to be a glorious, stupid, and utterly magnificent trainwreck.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to practice my shocked face. “Oh no! A tarantula! How unexpected!” —yeah, I’ve got it down.