Liz Hoggard
Sunday November 27, 2005
Hard enough being the daughter of the Iron Lady without having to eat live grubs, but her pluck could soon bring great rewards
Journalist and broadcaster Carol Thatcher displayed nerves of steel last week as she steered a jeep along a makeshift canopy bridge 100ft above the Australian jungle. Before she could finish her challenge on ITV's I'm a Celebrity ... Get Me Out of Here!, the car had plunged off the track and she was left dangling in her harness.
For once, those impossibly smug Geordie chipmunks, Ant and Dec, looked ashen. But the daughter of Baroness Thatcher simply brushed herself down and apologised for damaging the car. Later, she quipped: 'I should have brought my chauffeur.'
A superstar was born. The Daily Mail christened her the new Bridget Jones (in Bigger Pants). The People urged its readers to vote for her rather than nubile soap star, Kimberley Davies, while the Mirror ran the headline 'Vote Thatcher: I bet You Never Thought You'd Read That in the Mirror'. And yet 'Thatch', as she dubs herself, is an unlikely icon. Posh, the wrong side of 50, she spends most of her time on the slopes at Klosters.
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