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| Jones
looks worried in the car, and its not surprising with Chapman at the
wheel |
Peter
does a fine job of getting us there safely, as we only almost die once
today |
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| We
arrive at the car park. Chapman parks first time, and doesn't stall
either. A fine effort |
A
fine piece of parking |
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| The
stadium that these gladiators would battle it out in |
Chapman
wondered if Fixtures man was inside this shed |
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| Chapman
looks to get an early lead |
The
reigning champ focuses himself |
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| Jones
throws some Pizza down his throat |
McCarthy
quickly polishes off a plate full |
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| Chapman
tries to keep up with the competition |
The
score is noted down early on, with last times totals above |
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| Shocking
scenes, as these foreign immigrants take all the pizza |
Jones
is dead after managing a paltry 8 slices |
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| Second
place is in Chapman's sights |
McCarthy
visits the buffet for yet another round |
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| But
McCarthy is struggling, after only 15 slices |
And
he finishes with a career-worst 17 |
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| Bert
Lloyd looks to challenge Chapman for second place |
But
McCarthy is overcome with joy, as he wins his third battle in a row |
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| Chapman
finishes in second place, with a new personal best of 14 |
Jones
hangs his head in shame, after coming last with only 8 slices. Although
to be fair, Scott cheated and his Pizza was cold |
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| While
Bert takes third place after a gallant effort |
McCarthy
celebrates his win by attempting to mount Jones |
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| Chapman
pays, but gets no luck in his quest to gain the waitresses number |
Not
content with doing it once, he did it again outside, Chapman joined in
this time as well |
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| McCarthy
and Chapman head for the Chapmobile |
No
journey would be complete with a picture of the Hove YMCA |