'Names read out in reverse order. Ten, nine, eight. With each name, another swig of Bloody Mary. Seven, six, five. Where was my name? '

Tension ramped up. Names read out in reverse order. Ten, nine, eight. With each name, another swig of Bloody Mary. Seven, six, five. The crunch of celery in my ear. Four, three. Where was my name? Two. No? My name was last. I’d won!