Three barrels cast from an American oak tree with a word from the father of the $100k bathroom bet’s Rich Alati and tournament wins for Joe Kuether and Andrew Rubinberg. 

I once bet my ex-wife that I could beat the Germans to the sun loungers when on holiday in Tenerife. I got in at 4 am, drunk as a punk in a funk, and began my takeover of the pool loungers. A flip-flop each took up two of them, two towels captured another four, and my book – Sex and the Paranormal – a fifth.

When I woke up, someone had stolen the lot.

I loved that book.