Welcome to the pain factory
So after Breakfast Club (first Sunday of the month, all friends and contacts invited to hook up at a cafe by the harbour), I did my usual Walk. 3 miles of solo time to clear mind, think through current novel(s) and get some exercise to counterbalance the hours I spend glued to a desk/computer combo.
Then I went to Grill Fest.
They were running a chilli eating contest with a very nice prize for the winner, a BBQ smoker worth nearly £200. About a dozen folks lined up at a long table placed at the front of a large stage, before a very large crowd of folks eager to witness people go through some pain.
Each contestant was given a bucket (to vomit into) and a glass of milk (to soothe the burning). If anybody used either bucket or milk – they were out of the contest.
There was a lot of smiling faces peering back at the crowd. At first.
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The contestants line up
The contestants line up. Buckets and glasses of milk, cruel icons of relief that are beyond touch.
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The heat builds – first man fear
The bloke on the left went from bravado to jaw-clenched terror after the first chilli.
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The heat REALLY builds
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A sideline hero
The guy with the hat might have your attention but keep your eyes on the bloke with the shades. He’s about to come close to winning but he has to fight through a napalm firestorm in his bowels to do so.
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Hero hits the threshold – clench those bumcheeks!
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Hero quits… or tries to
After 15 minutes of physically quivering in pain, sweating, retching with tongue poking out, the man tries to stand up and throw in the towel.
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Hero persuaded to stay – female charm over insane gut inferno
Our hero falls for the beguiling charm of our female protagonist contestant. Just a couple more naga ghost chillis smeared in satan’s sh*t.
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Looking out to a chanting crowd – stay! stay! stay!
He’s on fire and the crowd go wild. A chorus of chanting wells up. Stay! Stay! Stay!
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Hero questions his sanity to continue
So he stays. The next chilli leaves him utterly incapable of talking.
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It isn’t over until the fat lady sings
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Brave effort but our hero crumples in a wave of sweat and gut-clenching acid
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Girl power – the persuader wins!
Quite incredible. She barely even began to perspire.
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