Nollsy, oh Nollsy.
You came into our lives some 15 years ago and put Condobolin on the map.
You sang some songs, introduced us to the problematic thing that is a “flavour saver” and wore a lot of black t-shirts with jeans.
You made it all the way to the grand finale at the Opera House… and then you came second.
While Guy Sebastian basked in the glory of his win, and his magnificent confetti-soaked ‘fro, you went back to Condo and asked “What About Me?”
We need to talk about the big problem with this season’s I’m A Celeb. Post continues.
It wasn’t fair… and you… you… wanted your share.
You then brought a car… a big black shiny car.
After that we didn’t really hear from you for years. Well, except that one ‘incident’ that shall not be named.
Then you popped up in the jungle in this year’s I’m A Celeb and ate some spiders and hung out with some snakes and whatnot.
Things were going really well.
You got down to the top three and then bloody Sebastian sans ‘fro sent you a video message.
“G’day, Shannon. Wishing you luck, mate. Almost at the pointy end. We are doing it tough in solidarity for you, mate,” he said from the middle of a golf course, while probably mentally counting his millions.