Cariad Lloyd Short Story
Cariad Lloyd was a Welsh comedienne. She loved to get laughs and did not mind being the butt of jokes from time to time. She was starting to rise in fame and was appearing on a lot of comedy panel type shows and the like. At one stage, she was on one of these shows with Noel Edmonds. They began to speak a bit about the shows he hosted in the past. She commented about how much she used to love seeing people getting gunged and complained that it was something that didn’t happen very much nowadays. She wished that they would bring it back, somehow. “Well, it’s funny that you should mention that, because, we actually have a surprise for you today.” Her attention was directed to the left side of the stage where a replica of the gunge tank used on Noel’s House Party was brought out. She applauded.
“The thing is though, the old saying happens to be true, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. You see, we brought the tank out and we going to be using it. We will be using it on you,” he said. “Yeah, I kind of guessed that,” she said sarcastically. “It’s ok, I have sort of imagined sitting in there for ages, if I am totally honest.” She was asked to stand up and make her way over to the tank. She did as she was asked. The door was opened for her and she climbed in the tank. She took her seat in the tank. She smiled and waved. She then pumped her fist, spurring on the studio audience to chant for gunge.
“So, Cariad, you wanted to see the gunge tank return. You have gotten your wish. Time to put it to good use.” She smiled and gave two thumbs up. The release mechanism was triggered. She grinned as dark purple and black gunge fell from above her all over her head. It poured straight down the middle of her head and down her nose. She looked up and allowed the gunge to pour down her face. She put her hands on her head, grabbing her hair as the gunge poured down her face and down her chest. She wore a white button down shirt with red polka dots and a black pair of three quarter length trousers.
Gunge poured down her neck and then down her shirt and onto her trousers. Gunge splattered her legs and rippled down her top. Her shoulder length brown hair was soon overwhelmed by gunge. She closed her eyes as gunge covered her face. Eventually, it came to a stop. She splashed her hands up and down in the gunge. Gunge splattered the walls of the tank. She gave a sarcastic grin as the gunge poured off of her face.
“That was great,” she said, “Everyone should experience that. I want to do it to all of my friends now. I wish I had one at my house. I think I should be able to nominate the next person to have a go,” she said,” I have taken a gunging, I think others should follow me in here.”