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WHAT: Sweaty British people eating chillis at fetes.
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WHY SHOULD I CARE: There's something slightly untoward about seeing a row of Brits lined up on a table ready to partake in some joint summertime food banter. Food banter is usually the preserve of our American cousins – hot dog eating competitions, pie eating competitions, dumpling eating competitions, hot dog pie eating competitions: you name it, those motherfuckers will eat too much of it in front of a throng of whooping children and mothers while a terrible compere cracks wise about the girth of the main contender. You need only look to previous YTCOTW star Matt Stonie to find evidence of their star-spangled gluttony.Over here, though, people are a little more meek. Don't be fooled by the braying Lol-hyenas you see Stephen Mulhern joking with on whatever crud game show ITV have been forced to pump out last minute – we're still a shy and retiring nation of strange, awkward freaks. This trait reveals itself gratuitously when red-faced bods are forced in front of crowds at summer fairs, whether it's as a magic show participant or, as is the case here, a contender in a chilli eating competition.When it comes to British chilli eating, the Clifton Chilli Club is about as big a name as you'll find. They're in attendance at a bunch of annual chilli and food festivals, enlisting around ten people a time to munch on their peppers, which range from the pathetic Padron pepper (500 Scoville units, the scale used to determine the spiciness of a chilli) to the upsettingly painful Trinidad Scorpion, which comes in at a bitchin' 1.5 million Scovilles and up.
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