So, back in January 2011 a good friend of mine (Adam) challenged me to lick every Anglican cathedral in the United Kingdom for a bet. Originally he gave me 5 whole years in which to complete this bizarre task, though to make things more interesting this was soon reduced to just one year.
The licking began in rather nonchalant fashion at Rochester Cathedral and continued in a relaxed manner until the awful discovery that the Anglican cathedrals can and do exist outside the borders of England. So began a mad dash to lick all 42 English ones before mid-June 2012, after which the 20 others across the UK were similarly tongued before the bet deadline of Christmas the same year. The final, triumphant lick took place at St Asaph Cathedral, North Wales, and thus my work was done.
During the licking quest I traveled thousands of miles, spent stupid amounts of money and had some of the weirdest experiences of my life. At times the challenge was a real pain in the arse; a crippling burden that robbed me of sleep and peace of mind. But there were numerous positives, namely being able to travel the country and visit some of the most beautiful and fascinating buildings in the World. Cathedral history and architecture has since become great interest of mine and I still enjoy visiting and exploring cathedrals, grateful for the fact that I no longer have to lick them.