It’s round two of bowling and I’m back outside putting my money where my mouth is — because this time the stakes are wild. Me and my guy run it back after I whooped him last time, and we lock in a proper deal: loser buys the winner a fragrance up to £250. Straight away it’s rock-paper-scissors, first shot counts, and you already know I’m talking my talk… until the lanes start talking back. The whole vibe is pure chaos: strikes, pressure shots, and bare smack talk while I’m trying to keep my head in the game. Man’s spinning the ball, I’m begging for a mess-up, and then we start throwing in extra rules like “if you hit these, I’ll knock £50 off the bill.” It turns into one of those competitive link-ups where you’re laughing, stressing, and calculating what fragrance you’re about to claim. And of course, once the score’s done, the real battle starts: the “you’re a scammy man” argument about the agreement and who’s actually paying. In the end, I’m getting my fragrance, he’s getting his content, and you lot need to tell me — who’s your money on?