First off, a group of us went to see the 'Circus of Horrors' in the Big Top on the Meadows during the last week of the Festival. On the way in we were asked if we wanted to put our names and emails on a sheet to go into the prize draw for a bottle of Jagermeister. I did. And promptly after the show restarted for the second half, the draw was made and it was me! I went down in the arena of the Big Top, kissed the buxum woman, shook the hand of the compere and took my bottle away grinning cheek to cheek.
Now, at the end of the show after all the cast had taken individual bows, the buxum woman appeared on stage in a massive foam 'fat suit'. The cast started singing 'Who ate all the pies?' and gravitated towards me on the third row from the front - shouting 'He ate all the pies - you fat b***** etc.', (you get the idea). Payback for winning it seems. I grinned and held my bottle in the air happy that at least I didn't have to have a needle shoved through my x like one of the acts had done earlier.
And then yesterday evening. An impromptu drinking session - amongst all the University Freshers that are swarming round town at the moment in packs of 46. Ended up really hungry having gone out straight from work - and landed on a pizza eating competition. Thinking 'I'm hungry, it's only £5 and a pizza will make a nice tea, even if I don't win', I duly entered.
There were only four other contestants. All seemed to be politely munching away at their 12" cheese 'n' tomato feast. I thought half way through 'I can win this - you don't have to eat, chew and swallow the pizza, you just need to get it all in your gob'.
The strategy worked, the £25 was mine and I was satisfyingly full. And then had to leave at 11pm due to incurable hiccups. Payback again.
Now, they say these things come in threes? I might buy a Lottery Ticket later