Anyone expecting Rhona Cameron to dig the outback dirt on her experience in the Australian jungle will have been disappointed by her routine.

She did a pretty good impression of Darren Day and his "I'm about to burst into song" stance when arguing.

She even revealed she had stayed at Tara Palmer-Tompkinson's parents' mansion (together with her mum).

But there was no repetition of her claim to have a better bosom than Nell McAndrew - or even any vitriol chucked at the shadow of boxer Nigel Benn.

Instead, Rhona rehashed the routine from an earlier tour, focusing on the foibles of tourists flying economy class, the traumas of monogamy in lesbian relationships and the unhealthy diets of her Scottish counterparts.

Most of it was laugh-out-loud observational humour that made everyone chuckle with recognition.

Certainly it was greeted with a warm, even adulatory reception from an audience which seemed more interested in climbing into bed with Rhona than watching her on stage.

But, tellingly, one audience member threw a bar of tablet (Scottish fudge) on to the stage at the moment Rhona started the section of her act that dealt with her tablet addiction.

I overheard some people grumbling about how her routine had been exactly the same when they saw her a year ago.

But, coming to it fresh, I was happy to hoot and giggle my way through Rhona's approach to life, travel and love - even if I was upset by the lack of revelation about Christine Hamilton's big-knicker habit.