What Is Ellie Harrison Doing Now

So, remember Ellie Harrison? The one from The Greedy Guts, the Big Brother survivor, the queen of shoplifting confessions? Yeah, that Ellie. You’re probably wondering, “What on earth is she up to now?” Well, grab your mug and settle in, because it’s a wild ride—and I’m not just talking about her grocery cart.

First off, she’s not living under a rock. Or in a reality show mansion. Thankfully. Ellie has gone full-on eco-warrior. I’m talking about the kind of person who brings her own jar to the deli counter. Seriously. That committed.

She’s currently a lecturer in Contemporary Fine Art at Nottingham Trent University. Wait, what? The woman who once ate a £12,000 steak on TV is now teaching? Yep. She’s molding young minds. Or at least helping them figure out how to make art out of their recycling bins.

The Great Rebrand

Honestly, Ellie’s career shift is less a “pivot” and more a cartwheel into a different dimension. Remember when she was all about consumerism and eating contests? Now she’s obsessed with minimalism and climate change. It’s like she traded her appetite for a conscience.

She’s written a book called The Greedy Landlord. Yeah, it’s a bit on the nose. But it’s about property, power, and why hoarding houses is a bad look. No, it’s not a cookbook. Sorry.

She also runs a project called “Breadline”. It’s about food poverty and how we throw away a ton of perfectly good stuff. Irony? Obviously. The woman who once ate a gold-leafed burger is now fighting food waste. We love a redemption arc.

Where’s Her TV Presence Now?

Okay, so you’re not seeing her on Celebrity Juice anytime soon. Thank the gods. She’s done with that chaos. Ellie says reality TV made her feel like a “performing monkey.” And honestly, can you blame her? She’s swapped the studio lights for a lecture hall and a compost heap.

But she did pop up on Politics Live recently. That was a shock. She was arguing about rent controls and landlords. She wasn’t flaunting a stolen pair of sunglasses. She was making policy points. My brain melted a little.

She’s also a regular on various podcasts. And not the trashy ones. She talks about art, activism, and why you should stop buying new clothes. I’m sorry, I’m crying at my own hypocrisy.

What About Her Art? (Because She’s Still an Artist, People)

Ellie’s art is weirder now, but in a good way. She once created a machine that turns plastic bottles into legal documents. I’m not joking. It’s like a Rube Goldberg machine for the eco-conscious. Or a cry for help. Hard to tell.

Her latest exhibition was called “The End of the World (but it’s fine).” Very Ellie. It featured a pile of unsold copies of her previous book, which she then shredded and turned into wallpaper. Yes, she recycled her own failure. Power move.

She also has a piece where she lived off food waste for a month. She ate out of bins. Like, professional dumpster diving. And no, she didn’t die. She gained a weird amount of respect for expired hummus.

Is She Happy? (Rhetorical Question Alert)

Look, I can’t read her mind. I’m not a psychic, just a person with a laptop. But from her Instagram—which is mostly photos of soil and protest signs—she seems… content. She’s not chasing fame. She’s chasing a low-carbon footprint.

She still has that glint in her eye, though. The one that says, “I might still steal your fruit if you leave it unattended.” But now she’d probably lecture you about its carbon miles first.

So, what is Ellie Harrison doing now? She’s teaching. She’s campaigning. She’s shredding books. She’s being the anti-celebrity we didn’t know we needed. And honestly? Good for her. She traded the reality show fishbowl for a slightly more boring, but way more meaningful, pond.

If you want to find her, don’t look for a reality TV reunion. Look for a small, sweaty protest in Nottingham. Or a university cafeteria where she’s explaining why the plastic straw is a political statement. That’s your Ellie. And she’s thriving.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go feel guilty about my takeaway coffee cup. Thanks, Ellie. You absolute menace.