Stomp 1.

There were three half wine barrels on the back of a flatbed truck with a handrail. We got one minute to get as much juice as possible into a jar held under the barrel. It wasn't as messy as I thought, it didn't splash much and you didn't end up with red feet, rather just sticky feet from the sugar in the grapes. It really wasn't rocket science, try hit the grapes that were still whole and try and push the slop towards the hole in the front of the barrel.

Who easily won their round (against two old farts?) Why Mashy of course? I had to wait another round before the three winners were called back up onto the truck.

There was me, another middle-aged guy and a woman who obviously knew the owners/staff. For some reason they obviously wanted her to win, it may have been her birthday or some pathetic excuse like that. When we climbed up onto the truck, they specifically directed her to barrel no 1 but had no preference for what barrel the other two of us got. I could see easily that they had put more grapes in her barrel in an obvious attempt to cheat. Now anyone who knows me knows that was probably the worst thing they could have done. Seeing this was like a red rag to a bull and I just went at it harder than ever.