This morning I was in the kitchen at work, making myself a standard cup of tea, and there was a young woman in there microwaving a Chinese pork bun in five-second bursts, and after each burst she waited for the oven to emit its programmed five beeps before opening the door, prodding it, and setting it for another five seconds.
Cooking time: 50 seconds.
Beeping time: 30 seconds.
Prodding time: 20 seconds.
Apparent time: 3 years.
John Smeaton
refused to be beaten
by an Islamic fanatic:
on that point he was quite emphatic.
Joey Chestnut has sensationally toppled six-time champion Takeru Kobayashi, who suffered from an unspecified jaw injury, with a world-record 66 hot dogs. That’s a great American name, Joey Chestnut. And Takeru Kobayashi is a great Japanese name.
Thanks to Amercian heroes like Joey Chestnut, hot dog eating, for so long primarily a participation sport, is finally getting the media profile it deserves. Before long I can see it in the top three US sports by ratings, after poker and cars going round and round and round and round and round.