My bucket list includes such highlights as graduating from university, getting married, getting my own house, visiting Germany and of course - getting publicly gunged in a real gunge tank.
And on October 29th 2016, thanks to my friend Leigh, we made it happen.
I went along with him to help out with the gunge tank in general - you may not realise, but they're actually a massive pain in the arse - being made of glass, they're quite fragile - they also require a lot of set-up and of course, clean-up afterwards. The tank had been booked by a shopping centre in Stoke to raise money for a breast cancer charity - all good - and while I was there, I took a gunging to help with their fundraising and to be used as promo material for the gunge tank next year.
The tank itself can hold 90 litres, or 9 buckets - and thanks to the collection tank underneath, the gunge can be recycled and used again - my gunging consisted of around 5 buckets worth of recycled gunge...
When I was gunged, there were around 50 people gathered around to watch, in addition to all of the shoppers mooching around and people sitting in the nearby cafe - so quite a big audience for the first time I was publicly gunged...
The event organiser even had a microphone and speaker set up - he asked me before I stepped inside: "How are you feeling Dixie?"
"...A little nervous." I stammered in reply - a feeling of excitement and nervousness, to be honest.So with a countdown from 10 - and his son pulling the release chain - I stood trembling with a mixture of dread and anticipation. After they all shouted ONE - the chain was pulled, and I was doused in thick, gloopy, green gunge - which was so thick and falling from such a height, knocked off my glasses quite spectacularly. I couldn't stop a stupid smile forming on my face, or the giggles.
Unsure what to do with my hands, I thought "go big or go home" and raised my fists with dual devil horns - which garnered a massive crowd reaction - I got a lot of cheers and applause. Afterwards, a group of old ladies expressed I was brave - to which I replied, "no, I'm just daft," - I was still giggling like a fool.
I was sent off to the underground staff area, leaving a gloopy trail behind me - where I cleaned up in their little toilet room - I'd taken along spare clothes and a towel, but the only water source I had was a tiny hand basin - which I just dunked my head into and washed my hair as best as I could until I got to have a proper shower later that evening. But, having been gunged so much before - you only get better at getting cleaned up.
So, that is the story of my first ever time in a proper gunge tank - and also my first public gunging. I doubt it'll be the last, either. :)