I'm a Celeb fans: 'Tom Read Wilson voice like an unsolicited ASMR session gone rogue'

In the glittering snake-pit of I'm a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here!, where celebrities swap red carpets for red ants, one voice has slithered its way into the collective eardrums of viewers like an unsolicited ASMR session gone rogue. Tom Read Wilson has barely unpacked his khaki shorts before his posh, plummy timbre starts grating like a fork on fine china. "Get him out after three minutes," wails one X user, claiming instant nausea, while another dubs it "horrid" enough to curdle custard. It's as if Tom's vocal cords were trained in a BBC period drama echo chamber, all elongated vowels and breathy whimsy, turning trial banter into a trial by tedium. The jungle's trials are tough, but enduring that drawl feels like the real bush tucker test—pass the earplugs, Ant and Dec.

Yet, amid the chorus of "annoying AF" and "doing my head in" tweets, Tom's trill persists like a persistent weed in a prize-winning allotment. "Ruined the show," laments a fan, as if his every syllable is a venomous bushtucker trial aimed straight at the mute button. Is it the "faux-upper-crust lilt", the frantic frenzy that turns chit-chat into a stress sweat, or just the sheer audacity of sounding like a confused vicar at a rave? One skeptic prays it's not his "actual voice," lest the nation's sofas sprout emergency subtitles. Still, credit where it's due: in a camp of crooners and charmers, Tom's managed to cultivate a fanbase united in one goal—silence him before the finale.