I tried something similar as a student. The morning after an especially spicy vindaloo, and still feeling the effects of one too many Appletinis, I squatted over an old brown towel and attempted to quell the raging fire burning in my chocolate polo.
The initial, cooling relief did not last, and soon the tame embers of the vindaloo were replaced with a blaze fit for Pudding Lane. Snapped out of my drunken stupour, I stared down in horror at the Magiclean Dual Power bleach between my clenched, spasming fingers.
I woke up from a medically induced coma three weeks later in St Mary's Hospital, Paddington.
