On one of my visits to Ledz at his factory in Manchester, myself and my wife were having a cup of tea in his offices and I noticed about forty or so small bottles cluttering around the sink area.
I noticed they were all chili spiced condiments and realsied this must have been Ledzy's not so secret store of hot spices he so loves.
I think it was Nicky T who then asked if I was man enough to try one of them; Nicky knows me well enough to make sure he phrased that question in a way he knew I wouldn't be able to refuse with people watching and with my wife alongside.
I of course told him to bring it on at which point Ledz walked over, lifted an innocuous looking small bottle and deposited about a tear drop's worth [I am not lying nor exaggerating, it was no more than that] in the palm of my hand.
I stood there looking at it for a second or two and looked up to see all the office people staring at me. I thought, 'fuhk, I can't back down now and licked the tear drop from my palm' ....... about ten seconds passed and I declared, 'you northern slags must be pussies coz this ain't nuffink, it tastes OK to me' ..... I should have guessed somethign was coming because everybody in that office just kept their eyes fixed upon me when I woulda suspected they would have gotten on with whatever they were doing once I had declared it had little effect.
Then it hit ....... at this point, the English language seems devoid of the necessary descriptives to adequately portray what happened to me .... suffice it to say, I was bent over the sink for the next 20 minutes or so heaving my guts up and I had a genuine problem in standing up straight and breathing properly.
In my long life, I have never tasted anything like that before, I think I woulda got a better ride if I had drunk neat sulphuric acid.
And the stinger?
Ledz sprinkles the damn stuff on his chips, I kid you not, that man must have an asbestos lined gullet and a stomach that could process uranium, the man's a machine.
