I remember the eating contest more clearly. It must have been one of the very brief periods I was in remission from the booze. The Yorkshire entry was a tall skinny fella, nothing like a glutton might look. On the menu were a full loaf of sliced bread each, some beer, some raw eggs still in shells and a tin of sardines each. The Lancy fella went off at ten to the dozen and tried to eat the loaf first. The Yorky lad was as cool as owt and just took his time. I think he started with the eggs and then opened the sardines and made a sandwich with them. By this time the Lancy had stupidly started guzzling the beer and the bread he'd swallowed started to expand with the beer and he keeled over and had to depart quickly. I don't even remember if the Yorky finished everything off but he won by default anyway.