I AM no stranger to spicy food.
When going for an Indian meal I always opt for either a hot jalfrezi, madras and, on some occasions, a vindaloo.
It’s the same at Italian restaurants, because mild curries and pastas just don’t interest me.
So I thought it would be worth trying the Tap Out Challenge.
Even if I managed to eat five wings, that wouldn’t be too bad and I could cut short the pain by giving up.
How wrong I was.
When bar co-owner Tony Griffiths passed me a pair of gloves to wear for my own safety, the nerves began to kick in.
The wings aren’t that big themselves, so I tore into the first one, thinking that the quicker I eat, the more I would be able to finish.
Slightly sweet tasting, it wasn’t until I bit into the second piece that the fire-like effects of this dish started to take hold.
The top of my head started sweating, my eyes watered so much that I could barely see and I felt as if my throat had been blocked off at either side.
I “tapped out” after stripping the last bone on the third wing. My body could take no more.
Gasping for some liquid, I gulped down two glasses of milk, shovelled in two bowls of ice cream and drank a glass of water later until my tongue finally felt like it had stopped burning.
My advice is simple: take on this challenge only if you have the strongest of mouths and stomachs.