The tension was palpable. The contestants stood waiting in line to be called up to the rostrum. Elastic bands were stretched. Prayers were whispered. Dedications to Pagan deities were recited. 'Fancy a yoghurt-coated raisin?' said Larry. 'Don't mind if I do,' said Mick. Larry and Mick munched on yoghurt-coated raisins. 'What is this place we've entered?' said Larry. 'Let me just get the flyer,' said Mick. Larry had another yoghurt-coated raisin. 'Don't eat all those yoghurt-coated raisins,' said Mick. 'Sorry,' said Larry, as he offered Mick another.