Emma Rigby makes good use of leftovers

Emma Rigby makes good use of leftovers

Emma Rigby had spent years playing Hannah Ashworth on Hollyoaks. One of the major storylines that she was involved in revolved around her character having an eating disorder. She played this part admirably and won critical acclaim for her acting. She had done a great deal of charity work for the cause. When she was contacted to take part in a fundraiser to help real life sufferers of eating disorders, she agreed straight away. One of the themes of the evening was to not waste food. One of the main attractions of the evening was going to be the use of quite a large amount of already spoiled food. The organisers were going to show everyone a good use of leftover and spoilt food. Usually, it would just go in the garbage, but tonight it was going to go on Emma Rigby. Although, initially, Emma wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect about getting covered in slop, she could not back out, as it was for charity. She hoped that not too many people would see or hear about this, but it was for charity and she knew that this night would raise thousands of pounds to help the cause. At the end of the day, she was willing to go through some humiliation to help others. To advertise the event, Emma took part in a short commercial. In the commercial, Emma uttered the immortal words,” Dinner will be on me. Literally.” She didn’t really know what to expect from the evening other than the fact that it was going to involve a great deal of spoiled, gone off and rotten food being poured over her head. “What am I getting myself into,” Emma thought to herself.

Emma decided to wear a pair of tight fitting, dark blue jeans, a light purple top and a beige fake leather jacket. She looked amazing, as usual. Her tight clothing, hugging her body and showing off her figure. The event was going to be taking place in a small outdoor arena that was set up with a small staging area and chairs for the audience. Emma of course was going to be the guest of honour. She went to the site and met up with the organisers backstage. “We are so grateful to you Emma for taking part. Having a real celebrity here is a big deal for us.” “My pleasure,” Emma replied. “You are also a very good sport for allowing yourself to get covered in all of that leftover food,” the woman said. Emma blushed,” Well, what can I say, it’s for a good cause. It might be fun. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. I‘m just going to have hundreds of people laughing at me while I get tons of rotten food poured over my head,” she laughed. “I won’t kid you, it is going to be super sloppy for you.” She smiled politely. As the afternoon wore on Emma became more and nervous. She could feel herself sweating and becoming anxious. She became hotter and hotter and paced back stage.



The moment then arrived. The woman who organized the event got up on the microphone. “Hi everyone, as we all know, we have a special guest tonight. This young lady has done so much good work for our cause. Her work on Hollyoaks has helped to shed light on the subject and has given hundreds the courage to seek help themselves. To top all that off, she has unselfishly agreed tonight to take part in our event and will be getting messy for us. Please welcome Hollyoaks’ Hannah, Emma Rigby.” The crowd gave her a thunderous round of applause as she entered. She smiled and waived. “Welcome, Emma,” the woman said. “Thanks for having me. It is my pleasure to be here tonight for such a worthy cause.” “And, you will be getting covered in slop very soon as well,” the woman said. “Yeah, well, it is a small gesture and if one moment of embarrassment for me means helping others, then I am willing to do it. Is it really going to be that sloppy,” Emma teased. The crowd screamed yeah. She started laughing. “Ok,” the woman said,” The idea behind what is going to happen is that, we throw away loads of food every day. Food goes to waste and has to be thrown out. However, today we will be using some food that has spoiled and would have ended up in the dump, but we are going to put it to good use. Pouring it over Emma’s head here.” “That’s the lesson, don’t waste food, pour it over my head,” Emma joked, “It looks like dinner is on me this evening.” Emma was shown to her seat. “Make yourself comfortable,” the woman said. Emma sat down while the food was prepared. Selected members of the public, many of which were individuals who had been helped by the charity lined up to get the chance to pour food onto Emma. She gave a cautious smile as she watched them line up. People had come out especially to gunge her. They had paid £5 a each to get the right to do this to her. All of the money would be going to the charity. All of the food had been donated by grocery stores and restaurants. It was all food that was past it’s sell by date and was going to be thrown out anyway. Of course, this was going to make the food in question even more disgusting than it would usually be.

Emma screwed up her face as if she was about to get hit with something, as she awaited what was about to happen to her. She looked over and laughed. She gave a fake disgusted look. Each person in the line was given a bucket or container. She had no idea what was about to come at her. She braced her self and tried to calm herself as the first person came forward. She craned her neck to see what they had to no avail, so just decided to look forward. The first person who stepped forward was a thin young woman, about Emma’s age. She had worked her way to the front of the line because she wanted to be the first to let Emma have it. She stepped forward. “OK,” the presenter said,” It is now time for what we have all been waiting for, Emma Rigby, Hannah from Hollyoaks, you are about to be served. Ok, let her have it.” The girl approached Emma with a baking tray. Emma made a funny face and begged her off laughing and saying, no, please. The girl smirked as she approached. She picked the tray up in front of Emma and then thrust it towards her. The tray contained inches deep eggplant parmesan. The girl thrust the tray at Emma. The contents spilled onto her face and body. Thick chunks of black and purple eggplant, swimming in sauce and cheese. The contents were thick and gloppy. They poured straight onto Emma’s face. She blushed and laughed as the girl withdrew. Lumps of the collected mess stuck to her forehead, hair and face. Lumps stuck to her body in the disgusting sauce that encased the eggplant. Emma moved her mouth around, making a disgusted face. She could not believe that a stranger had just dumped eggplant parmesan over her head. She tried to brush some of it off of her jacket and laughed. Of course, when the eggplant hit Emma, the gathered audience erupted in laughter. She blushed bright red.

The next person in the line was a young man, about Emma’s age. He had always fancied Emma and had dreamt of getting the chance to do something like this to her. He was going to get the chance to live out the dream of many young men in the UK. He now held a bucket of rancid cole slaw in his hands and was standing behind the beautiful Emma Rigby. As she looked up, he started to pour. The layers of spoiled cole slaw hit Emma square in the face. It plopped over her nose, eyes and mouth, all over her gorgeous distinctive cheekbones and face. The smell alone caused her to jerk her head forward, sending some of the cole slaw flying. He continued to pour the spoiled creamy, cabbage filled slop over her head. He took his time pouring the cole slaw all over her body. It piled on her head. He poured some over her lap and thighs. Her face dripped in the rancid white slop. It was cold and stunk to high heaven. It soaked into her jeans and jacket. She felt ridiculous, the beautiful tv star sitting there dripping in spoiled cole slaw. She shuddered and wiggled about, moving her mouth around jokingly. She shook her head. The lad celebrated and laughed at her.

The next person to come forward was a middle aged woman. Emma looked at her cross eyed. She could not believe that someone in their 40’s would be wanting to pour slop over someone in their 20’s like her. She thought to herself that she must be jealous. Then she thought, “Hey, if I was her, I would want to dump food on an actress like me. She is old enough to be my mother.” The slightly heavy woman brought her bucket forward. She teased Emma with it,” I am going to love doing this to you dear. You’ll love it, fruit salad, sweetie.” Emma pulled her nose back giving a disgusted look as if to say, ”Not me.” The woman lifted the bucket over Emma and started to pour the expired fruit salad in it’s syrup down onto Emma’s head. The liquid came out first. Emma jumped when it hit her neck, because it was so cold. Then bits of peach, pear, pineapple, grapes and cherries poured down over Emma. It was like a shower of fruit. Each individual bit of rotten fruit hit Emma and stuck to her. She ran down her body and onto the floor. Her shirt and jeans soaked in the sticky syrup. Cherries, grapes and other fruits stuck to her face and clothes.

The next person to come through was a businessman looking man in a suit. He held in his hand a huge bucket that contained expired peach yoghurt. It would have looked delicious, if it had not been about two weeks past its sell by date. The bucket was heavy with soft orange yoghurt. He raised the bucket over Emma Rigby. She closed her eyes and braced herself as the yoghurt started to pour. She shrieked and squealed when it hit her. He poured it down the centre of her face. It covered her hair and fell down her nose and down her distinctive facial features. Emma sucked in her cheeks as she was gunged in the soft peach mess. He then moved the bucket down her body. He poured yoghurt up and down her jeans, over her chest, down her back and the back of her jeans. The peach yoghurt streaked and oozed on her clothes. She wiggled her nose around and sneezed as yogurt dripped from her hair and forehead. She just glared at him. He had really managed to get her good. She could not imagine what else they could possibly have in store for her next.



The next person to come forward was an old man. He smirked as he came forward. Again, Emma could not believe that someone his age was going to be pouring messy food on her. How embarrassing. Things became even more embarrassing when he revealed what was in the buckets that he was carrying. It was filled with rotten fish guts. Of course, he was going to have no issue with pouring rotten fish over the attractive young woman who sat before him. “Fish guts,” Emma exclaimed, “Couldn’t you have picked something nice to pour over me. I don’t even really like fish all that much at the best of times.” She laughed. The old man perked up his eyebrows as he approached her. He carefully lifted the heavy bucket. It topped a bit as he raised it. This sent the brine water that the fish was in down Emma’s back. The smell was revolting. It filled the whole room. She screwed her face up, giving a pained expresses ion as he began to pour. In a second the contents of the buckets started to slide out and onto her. Her head rushed forward and she gagged when the fish hit her on the head. It poured down her face. It appeared that the fish was encased in some sort of mayo or sauce. Bits of spoiled fish slithered down her face and body. She gagged and coughed. Bits of fish collected in her shirt, under her arms and in her lap. In a second she had bits of rotten fish stuck all over her body. She turned her nose up at the stink of the rotten fish. Bits of fish stuck all over her face. A large clump stuck to the tip of her nose for a second and then fell to the floor.

The last person in the line now came forward. It was another young man, about 18 in age. He held in his hands a gigantic squeeze bottle of tartar sauce. Emma held her breath and closed her eyes as he approached. He held to bottle straight on the top of Emma’s head. He started to squeeze. The tartar sauce poured in a thick line down the middle of her head. He brought it back and then forward, squeezing some down the length of her nose. Some fell from her nose, dripping downwards. The bottle gave him complete control over the tartar sauce. He could direct it exactly where he wanted it to go. He squeezed some over the sides of her face and across her chin, over he cheeks. He then squeezed some over her jacket on each side and on her back. He then poured some on her ankles and up her calves. He then directed some over her lap. He moved the bottle back and forth creating a huge pile of tartar sauce on her legs and jeans. She just shook her head in disbelief. Emma was now completely covered in discarded food. There was left over food stuck all over her body.



Just when she thought it was all over, the woman organizer of the event came forward. She announced that for a finale, everyone who did not get the chance to pour mess on Emma would be given a special “pie”. Everyone would get a chance to throw their pies at her at once. Emma would just have to sit there while the rest of the crowd threw a barrage of pies at her. The pies were special because they were filled with leftovers. Some had spaghetti in them covered in cream. Some had shepherd’s pie. Others had custard but also had bits meat in them. Still others had Chinese food, but were covered in whipped cream on the top. Emma looked up to find about two dozen people standing about three yards from her holding the special pies in their hands. Behind them were others holding rotten fruit and vegetables. “Ok, everyone, we will count down. On the count of three let her have it.” Emma waived her hands and bent her knees begging . The woman counted down,” Three…two…one.” She closed her eyes. In a second the pies and produce came hurling at Emma from all directions, hitting her all over her body and exploding on impact. Spaghetti, custard, whipped, cream, meat and mashed potato among other substances hit her with a thud, covering her in a barrage of various left over food. Rotten tomatoes, lettuce and other fruits and vegetables were also hurled at her. She could only laugh and move her hands and body around to try to shield herself as best as she could. When it was all over, her clothes and body were covered an inch deep in food. She wiggled in her seat and laughed uncontrollably.

The organizer came to her and asked her for anything she would like to say. “Well, I don’t think that could have been any messier. Thanks to everyone for coming. I don’t know what to say.” She moved her hands along her arms and legs, trying to scrape some of the collected mess from her clothes. She giggled and laughed as she wallowed in the mess. “ I suppose that it is a good way to get rid of unwanted leftovers. I hope everyone had fun.”