There was a guy on our rugby team at uni, a crazy geordie he was, Tony summatorother, and he used to be the craziest man I know.

On a night out he'd neck bottles of tabasco sauce for kicks, and actually ate a phaal curry for reasons other than for a dare. I think he actually liked it. Anyhow, one night someone bet him he couldn't jump over a fence which was around 5 or 6 feet high, and he took a flyer at it, and ended up with a gash of around 8 inches down the inside of his thigh from the metal spiky thing on the top of the fence. He didn't play rugby for months afterwards, but he can at least be glad, cause it was only inches from his meat and two veg. lucky boy.

Are all geordies so crazy and fearless Adam?