Round Two
For round two, Rich and Tom decided that in the spirit of pacing themselves and eating as little as possible, they would order the heaviest sub available - The foot long meatball. Call it a tactical error of judgement, or perhaps just fucking stupid, Tom and Rich struggled their way through the second foot. Godfrey meanwhile, was having problems. The 6ft challenge was not proving to offer the glamour or celebrity he had hoped it would upon arriving, and he was finding his second chicken teryaki hard going (although to be honest, for the majority of the population, any amount is too much). I, meanwhile, was just biding my time, eating a second steak and cheese nice and slowly. Just like the tortoise and the hare, albeit slightly more nautious and with a greater sense of inner shame.
Round Three
The third foot saw the party hit the pain barrier, it also saw a calamity ensue with the bread. They'd run out of the good stuff, and all that remained were undesirable alternatives like 'cheese and herb'. I don't want to over step the mark and start telling a major corporation which bread to make, but a whole oven full of cheese and herb? Why? There's just not reason good enough for it, and even if there was I wouldn't want to hear it, I really just want some cold, poorly planned revenge. At two and a half feet I decided to get up and around the bus stop, which managed to produce the combined reaction of illness and refreshment. Godfrey followed suit and subsequently threw up in Subway's sink in front of the various home loan-esque diners. He certainly seemed to have combined all his subs in to one easily manageable load.
Despite his claims to the contrary afterwards, his dreams of completing a full six feet came to a sad and premature end at this point. Finally tally? A fairly piss poor 2.3 feet.
Round Four
It was now abundantly clear that we weren't going to eat six feet either. The prospect of having to buy my clothes from a catalogue called Garments for the Portly Gentleman due to my expanded waistline wasn't something I was looking forward to very much. What happened next was almost certainly a sign of the delusion that had taken me over. I was feeling as though I was about to have my vision, receive a dream from a guiding spirit before going back to my tribe to become a man. Instead, we ended up buying ham subs. Ham? What the hell were we thinking? Ham in Subway is a lot like that Double Decker bar that sits in the vending machine. You assume that somebody must eat them. You don't know who, and frankly, you don't care as long as you aren't involved. However, on this occasion I was persuaded that it would 'refreshing'. Fair enough. Of course, when I think of the word refreshing, I think of, say, a nice cold pint whilst sitting on the beach. Or a nice cold pint whilst relaxing in the garden. At no point in my personal definition however, is there a reference to processed pork products. Call me picky, but how many cubic pigs have you seen? You didn't need to have completed veterinary school to realise that this wasn't Babe that we were about to tuck in to.
Some general rigging and sub fixing ensued as Godfrey decided that he wasn't done and wanted to be let back in to the challenge. That misguided decision was rewarded with a surprise double meat / extra chili sauce combo in his next sub. We struggled on for a while, but eventually faltered and surrendered. Various Subway employees found the failure quite amusing, the joke, of course, was on them, they hadn't seen their sink yet. So, the final length tally: Godfrey 2.3 feet, Rich and I 3.4 feet with Tom out in the lead with 3.9 feet. So, Tom was the victor, although as we attempted to walk back in to Cambridge town centre afterwards it became abundantly clear that there were no real winners at all from this experiment. Feeling as ill as I ever had done, with only the consolation of 21 Subway Saver Stamps as a reward for our endeavours, we went to the pub. Naturally, it will be some time before I am ready to redeem my Subway stamps, or more to the point, am capable of walking there at all.
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