Extreme Sport

I’ve invented a new game.

Get some people with grape allergies.
Send them ‘round to my house late in October in a year when the birds haven’t had much interest in fruit.
Give them a pair of rubber gloves and a pair of shears each.
Get them to cut off all the overripe grapes, bag them up, sling them out and clean the grape juice off the patio / shoes / step ladders / shears / gloves / etc.

The last person to go into anaphylactic shock is the winner!

More thrills can be had by competing without rubber gloves.


This post may be considered in bad taste by those of you who don’t realise that I am aware of the dangers of anaphylactic shock. This post is an attempt to describe the dangerous situation I put myself into at the weekend (when I didn’t realise exactly how squishy those grapes would be).

Incidentally, I did very well as I still haven’t reacted to any stray grape juice.

Today’s music in my head: “Push the Button” by Sugababes