Every year on the last wednesday of August tens of thousands (40,000 in 2005) of people descend in the small town of Bunol, near Valencia. The attraction that draws this international crowd to this otherwise sleepy part of Spain is the opportunity to pelt your fellow human being in tomatoes without being arrested. Several trucks drive through the tiny, packed streets stocked full of ripe tommies for the purpose of the biggest tomato fight on the earth. Bemused locals look down on the frenzied crowd from their balconies and throw down much appreciated water on to the sweltering masses. At 11 o’clock a firework goes off and the crowd surges forward to try and fight the most amount of bodies into a increasingly smaller space. Personal hygiene at this point is paramount! Eventually the trucks come past and deliver their squishy cargo to the tomato crazed fiends and fiendesses, who instantly hurl them at each other with great vigour and enthusiasm. Everybody and anything is fair game in this fruit war. It is not long before the streets run with the blood of innocent tomatoes and free gazpacho is available on every corner. The skies have now become blitzed with pieces of tomato flesh and the googles you bought for 3 euros seems like a bargain. It seems like not time before the second firework goes of signalling the end of the tomato fight for this year, crowds of red stained people make their way along the road, taking makeshift showers from the townsfolk as they go. Barry to the power of three.