Exactly, Bill. I've always wanted to be on one of those "jungle island" shows and say to the others, "Look, the camera crew is just over the hill. What's say we go drink their beer and eat their steaks and to hell with this bug-eating shit?"

I saw a show a few months back where a "survivalist" infiltrated (I guess that's the word) Ireland. He swam across one of the Killarney lakes, camera crew along (of course). I wondered why he just didn't walk on down the road, into the pub, and have a pint or three. But then, that wouldn't be exciting television. (Infiltrate Ireland? Gees, just fly to Shannon or Dublin or Knock or Cork and rent a car. Or take the ferry over. Infiltrate???)