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Davina Mccall Life at the Extreme - I think I am in love.....

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.......no, not with the whinging hostess but with sloths.

If anyone caught this last night you might want to ignore everything but the section where they showed the wonderful lady whom had taken to the jungle to look after these creatures. They were just so sweet, and a lot smaller that I thought.
 pebbles 22 Mar 2016
In reply to TheDrunkenBakers:

I thought Davina was giving it quite a good go jammering her way up the rope to sleep in the trees. she was obviously feeling the heat, but fair dos I'm sure it was wiltingly hot and humid, and she looked genuinely enthused by the environment and animals. bit of an improvement on hosting big brother
 wercat 22 Mar 2016
In reply to TheDrunkenBakers:

From Patrick O'Brian - HMS Surprise:

"The weather had freshened almost to coldness, for the wind was coming more easterly, from the chilly currents between Tristan and the Cape; the sloth was amazed by the change; it shunned the deck and spent its time below. Jack was in his cabin, pricking the charat with less satisfaction than he could have wished: progress, slow, serious trouble with the mainmast - unaccountable headwinds by night - and sipping a glass of grog; Stephen was in the mizentop, teaching Bonden to write and scanning the sea for his first albatross. The sloth sneezed, and looking up, Jack caught its gaze fixed upon him; its inverted face had an expression of anxiety and concern. "Try a piece of this, old cock," he said, dipping his cake in the grog and proffering the sop. "It might put a little heart into you." The sloth sighed, closed its eyes, but gently absorbed the piece, and sighed again.
Some minutes later he felt the touch on his knee: the sloth had silently climbed down and it was standing there, its beady eyes looking up into his face, bright with expectation. More cake, more grog: growing confidence and esteem. After this, as soon as the drum had beat the retreat, the sloth would meet him, hurrying towards the door on its uneven legs: it was given its own bowl, and it would grip it with its claws, lowering its round face into it and pursing its lips to drink (its tongue was too short to lap). Sometimes it went to sleep in this position, bowed over the emptiness.

"In this bucket," said Stephen, walking into the cabin, "in this small half-bucket, now, I have the population of Dublin, London and Paris combined: these animalculae - what is the matter with the sloth?" It was curled on Jack's knee, breathing heavily: its bowl and Jack's glass stood empty on the table. Stephen picked it up, peered into its affable, bleary face, shoot it, and hung it upon its rope. It seized hold with one fore and one hind foot, letting the others dangle limp, and went to sleep.
Stephen looked sharply round, saw the decanter, smelt to the sloth, and cried, "Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
In reply to TheDrunkenBakers:
Is it fashionable on UKC to complain about presenters of shows about the natural world/climbing/survival? It certainly seems like it! Personally I thought McCall did very well out of her comfort zone.
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 Doug 22 Mar 2016
In reply to TheDrunkenBakers:

> They were just so sweet, and a lot smaller that I thought.

The giant sloths are extinct and they disappeared about the time that the local human population increased, a coincidence ?
 d_b 22 Mar 2016
In reply to Doug:

Are you suggesting that the local "people" are actually disguised sloths?
In reply to A Longleat Boulderer:

> Is it fashionable on UKC to complain about presenters of shows about the natural world/climbing/survival? It certainly seems like it! Personally I thought McCall did very well out of her comfort zone.

Not for me. Im always a staunch defender of the intrepid explorer, Mr G, whom always seems to get a rough ride on here.

OK, in truth I found the show entertaining and I like Miss Mccall, just found her to be a little whiny at times.

Wonderful habitat though and somewhere I'd dearly love to visit. Alas, I fear this time next century it may well be a holiday resort for fat Americans.

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