For food sploshers the world over, the place to go to last week was the Plaza del Pueblo in Bunol, 38 kilometres west of Valencia in Spain. Yes, it was the annual Tomatina festival.
Revellers throw squashed Tomatoes at each other for an hour. The fruit is brought in from Extramadura where they are less expensive and at 11 in the morning a water cannon is fired and all hell lets loose. An hour later another water cannon is fired and proceedings come to a halt.
It is then off to the nearby river for the participants to wash themselves whilst the council give the place a scrub down.
No one knows quite how it all started but being Spain, it has been hijacked as a festival in honour of the town’s local saints, Luis Bertran and the Mare de Deu dels Desemparats.
Technically the proceedings should not start until someone has climbed up a tall, greasy, wooden pole to collect a ham placed at the top but it takes so long, no one can be bothered to wait.
Throwing tomatoes is much more fun!
If rolling around in 450 litres of ersatz Gravy in fancy dress, grappling an opponent, on a rainy Bank Holiday Monday in darkest Lancashire is more of your bag, then you should have headed to the Rose ‘n Bowl in Stacksteads for the 11th World Gravy Wrestling Championships.
A crowd of around 800 saw Joel Grant win the men’s title for the 5th time, although it was his first since 2015, and Roxy Afzal retain the women’s crown she first won in 2017.
A good time was had by all and no one was browned off.
Tomatoes or gravy, the choice is yours!
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