Hello, and welcome to part four of a special series on SATA.
This series will be discussing Dutch series De Alleskunner and British series 99-to-beat. It will be in many parts to be released over the next few months.
PART 4: MY 99-TO-BEAT DIARY (episode 1)
So, let us resume the story from part one. About 1½ weeks later than I was told to expect a response, and about 1 week before the first day of filming, I get a call to tell me I’m in the show.
Hype! I'll talk in a later instalment about how excited I was, and what being on the show meant to me, for now I receive a flurry of paperwork including the rules of the show, in so much detail as I’ve explained them in the previous posts. We’re also told to think about our outfits, and to send a few candidate looks to the producers – which I massively overthink.
I also go to Sports Direct and get myself a new, non-battered pair of indoor trainers, which I reckon are going to be pivotal. I pack a truly massive suitcase with all of these clothes (remember we could be there for 3 weeks!) and the cosmetics I need to look my best. (Brand partnership opportunities available :P)
I travel to the hotel, arriving the day before. The producers have hired two minibuses to shuttle us from the station, and so have staggered our arrival times so that the buses aren’t a bottleneck. I chat to a few people in the bus. At the hotel, there’s a huge temptation to hide away in my room, and not do anything. The prospect of suddenly having to meet and greet 99 people feels mammoth. But, I think, you’re here for the experience, and so head down to the bar.
I think I meet about 60 of the 100 that evening. At first it felt like some frantic speed dating experience: desperately trying to impress everyone by only saying the most inoffensive things. But, after some time, and some alcohol, I found the friendships start to blossom. After a fairly long walk to the nearest fast food outlet a good group of friends start to develop.
It seems like everyone was called about a week before filming, and some even later, which does good things for my impostor syndrome. I do feel in something of a minority that I have neither a media-related career, nor aspirations to do a ‘big’ reality show (Apprentice, Big Brother, etc.).
We’re asked to prepare for some brutally early starts –
7:15 in the hotel lobby, breakfasted and made-up for the day. This means waking
at 6:00 sharp, which is a long way from my normal morning, and I expect this to cause problems. I try to get to bed early, but it’s not so easy to sleep
with all the anticipation of the coming days.
Day 1
We’re taken to the studio, settle into the green room. This is a suitably massive room with drinks, chairs, and not much else. Pleasantly though, it's in an office block, not a light-industrial studio, which means mentally it feels like a safe environment to unwind.
We spend the entire morning being filmed walking between various points inside and outside the studio, and get to know our circle positions. I am located between Megan and Nicky, two women with very different life experiences and senses of humour, both of whom are great. At some point we get our first look inside the studio: that’s a real wow moment.
I’ve mentioned in the previous part how the floodlights focus attention in the centre of the studio and make it seem smaller than it is – however I will now say that when on the dimmer “standby” lights the room feels very big – especially in height. Along one edge of the room there’s a technical area where the camera and light crew and producers and director are constantly busy; in the corner to the left of that edge is a balcony (about 1 storey high) where Adam and Ryan live.
Throughout all this my feelings are a mix of excitement, disbelief, not-really-sure-how-to-act, and sleep deprivation. To help with the last, caffeinated drinks and sugary snacks are in abundant supply. Less good in both quantity and quality is the supply of meals (we got lunch and dinner on-set).
<100>
We’re solidly into the afternoon before we do game 1: the spacehopper game from the start of DA season 2. It’s a great first game: simple, visual, fast, and surreal. I look at the way the net is rigged up and try to anticipate which sides of the room might get more or fewer balls – but that’s not much use because we have to start from our designated circle spots. I try to visualise the ‘wave’ of us blindfolded contestants heading into the circle to look for balls. I imagine some sprinting to the middle and getting a ball there, and others searching around more slowly and broadly, and letting the balls diffuse out to them.
I decide that the nightmare scenario is all the balls “in front” of me being taken and having to turn and start searching back around outside the circle. I remember that that happened to about 3 contestants on DA. Developing this, I decide a second nightmare scenario is losing track of where I am relative to the edge/centre of the circle, and so not being able to tell, if I’m encountering lots of claimed balls, whether it’s worth continuing forward or turning back.
To mitigate the second of these fears, while we’re being briefed, I discretely count the steps from the edge to the centre of the circle: 18 at a natural gait. Regarding the first of these fears, I conspire with my neighbours and my neighbours’ neighbours. I want us to create a kind of “screen” by moving forward at a consistent pace: we agree on a brisk walk, and will keep our arms wide and “no harm if we brush against each other a bit”.
I hope the above gives a sense of how much thinking and overthinking goes on when you have this massive situation in front of you, you have nothing else to do, you packed and dragged a heavy suitcase across the country for this, and you’re really, really tired. When I spoke earlier about the immense pressure and stress that DA creates and exhibits: this is that. Even remembering this game now in order to write this, my heart is racing.
By far the biggest conspiracy though is the rule regarding “verbal help” - this is a consistent rule for all of the games, and is worth really emphasising – once a player has completed (in this case, gotten a ball), they may “verbally help” anyone else. Again, I make agreements with my neighbours and my neighbours’ neighbours that if there’s a chance like this for any of us to verbally help each other (and in this game, that’s huge), we shall.
And just like that, it’s blindfolds on and listen for
the buzzer. Almost none of the games are practiced, and we usually don’t
get to feel or examine the equipment before. There was a collective sense of what,
for real? as they told us this game was about to start – someone’s about
to get eliminated! Already! – The moments waiting, blindfolded, for
that first buzzer were probably the peak of the mad mad feeling of pressure,
disorientation and adrenaline that I associate with basically all of the time
actually playing the games. There was then an incredibly surreal 1 second
between hearing the buzzer and hearing the balls land where I’m sure all of us
were paralysed. Was that a false start? Then the soft but chaotic
tapping sound of the balls bouncing around shocked us awake.
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(Spot me dead in the middle here) |
I walked briskly counting steps up to 18, my brain actively instructing my legs to move in turn like I was a toddler. After 9 steps, I brushed something – a ball moving away diagonally. After 11, one firmly landed in my grasp and I fell on it. The relief in that moment washed over me, and it probably took me another 10 seconds to get around to sitting up and removing my blindfold. When I did I remember being overwhelmed by the brightness – this was the first time we’d seen the room in the bright, “game” floodlit mode. At that point balls and bodies were still flying everywhere, but after a few more seconds we were down to a final dozen or so.
The very last few players were yelled at to get to their
balls by virtually everyone around them, an experience that must have been
quite overwhelming. Of course, eventually we are left with our no.1 loser.
After a brief round of hugs and applause they are whisked away never to be seen
again. (I don’t notice this at the time but it’s actually fairly brutal how the
losers are ‘disappeared’ – they go immediately off to film some exit remarks,
we don’t see them in the green room or the hotel again).
<99>
Game 2 isn’t familiar to me, perhaps it’s taken from DA series 3. We’re given an explanation but don’t see the slinkies until right before starting, and we’re not given any chance to practice or test the weight of them before the buzzer.
Note: for this game, and all the following games, I’m going to assume that you’ve watched the show, so know the rules, and have seen at least a basic idea of how it played out.
Starting this game is a little calmer, I feel confident it’ll last at least five minutes, and time to experiment or re-strategise if needed. Me and a friend discuss the idea of some “yoga” tactics: lying on the back and using the feet or legs to place the slinky.
My opening idea is to have a few goes “normally”, but to fall back to this yoga method (which seems more reliable) quickly if the normal technique doesn’t seem viable. The “nightmare” issue I’m worried about is having the slinky bouncing around like all hell after each attempt, and being unable to make consistent, controlled, attempts from a neutral start position.
The game starts. Again, the adrenaline is extraordinary. I make a number of attempts to flip up the slinky, a couple feel accurate to me, but bounce out. While waiting for the slinky to calm down between attempts, I take a look around. I see other people “landing” the slinky pretty much spot-on, but the slinky being too springy and bouncing away. No-one seems to be getting it easily. I revise my mental “safe time” from 5 minutes up to 10.
With this in mind I’m very happy to trade down to a slow, but less risky method. I hit the floor and start making attempts by lying on my back and gripping the slinky between my legs. I find by doing a shoulder-stand I can “drop” the slinky dead accurately onto the base, but it’s still landing with too much energy and bouncing out. The obvious solution to this is to drop it from lower, but I’m not flexible enough to get it to work.
I hear a few people finishing now – from the floor I can’t see much anymore – and while it’s easy to keep count for the first 2 or 3 cheers I hear, after about 10 or 15 I’ve only got a loose sense of how many people are left trying. I block this out though, confident that the game will have a long tail.
The next innovation I come up with to reduce the energy in the slinky before I release it from my legs is to “ratchet” as much of its length out as possible, so it’s only the last 30% of the thing that has to fall. I make another one or two attempts that feel really close, the slinky just tipping over and landing over my face. Finally, one lands without doing so.
I keep my head as still as possible, while raising my
hand to summon the marshal for approval. I really can’t see anything and am
scared to move, so this wait feels like ages. Eventually I get a clear thumb-up
in my field of vision and move away. I’m probably about 25-30th in
this game.
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Fun fact: this wide shot captures the moment I am receiving my 'thumbs up' (from the marshal on the right) |
This game gives me my first experience of the fun-but-intense process of waiting around for the game to finish after you’re done. Firstly you’re looking for someone you vaguely know to chill with and debrief. Then you start looking around your friends (or your mutual friends) to see who you can cheer and encourage. In this case, I saw the friend who I’d discussed yoga with before still working in a standing position, and I yelled “yoga” at her repeatedly (a weird sentence to write).
This game dragged on. We had a steady stream of
finishers for probably 15-20 minutes, but then we were left with a sizeable
number (maybe 25?) who were really struggling. At this stage, the director
hadn’t given us any clear instruction about where to go when done, so the floor
became quite chaotic with people milling about, including some standing (imo) uncomfortably
close to those who were still going.
A new technique evolved which involved 1-knee kneeling with the head down and the slinky compact, then rolling out to a lying position without it escaping. This helped the majority of the remaining players, and we were eventually down to 8, then 6. We seemed to get stuck then for ages – to the point where you start to wonder if the producers are going to call it. It must have been really tough for those six, stuck on the game for a long time and with big and noisy crowds forming very close around them.
A flurry of successes took it down to a final three, then
the cameras really came in close. Then two, and then it was over.
<98>
Unfortunately, during the time required to setup the tables we were given a break and plenty of people found clips of the “trick” on their phones. In case it’s not obvious, you need a steady hand to do this, but you also need the can to have exactly the right amount of liquid in.
My nightmare scenario was getting to a point where I had the wrong amount in, and was confused and going back-and-forth adding and removing liquid. Consequently, at the start of the time I did a quick test with a full can: “ok – full can falls flat – so falling flat means too full”.
My first pour seemed really close. It took me a while to
confirm it wasn’t going to balance, and was too full. I poured out a little
more and tried again. My hands were not steady, and with the can so
close to equilibrium, and tending to spin around on the table, it was taking a
while to confirm the (lack of) balance each time. The second attempt was still too full.
I kept myself calm despite really not feeling calm, and tried again. A lot of people were finishing around this point. The third and fourth attempts were still too full, on the fifth after an extremely long spin I got the balance.
I was somewhat taken by surprise by how quickly this one
went. I think the game lasted about 3-4 minutes total; most people were done
within a minute. I was probably 15 places from bottom – not ideal for a game I
felt I would be good with - but in that moment, you celebrate being through and
move on to the next one.
<97>
We then filmed the announcement of the next game (balancing balls on spoons). However, some technical issue meant that there was a last-minute decision to postpone the playing until the next day. It’s worth noting that the explanations we got in the circle were always very vague (and more detailed rules followed just before playing), and we didn’t see the real equipment at that time. Consequently, I was practicing back in hotel that night with a full-weight metal dinner spoon.
Note: During this first day, we have filmed everything in true chronological order – but from the second day we start to save time by filming the “announcement” and “walk-off” scenes in batches, quite a bit after the fact. This means we are given our actual real explanation of the game just a few minutes before playing it, which helps with the overthinking but not so much with the adrenaline. It also means the balls on spoons game was the only one that we had overnight to “practice.”
I found clasping this in my jaw for up to 5 minutes was
doable, if unpleasant, and I thought I could probably go beyond 10 under
pressure. I had to practice with a chocolate in place of the ping-pong ball,
which was significantly heavier (foreshadowing).
Day 2
It’s the second day, although we’re all back in the same clothes. TV magic! We immediately go into the ball-balancing game. As we get the spoons, I realise that the spoons are very small, light and shallow, and the so this is a lot more about balance and stillness than endurance. I become concerned that my breathing (my mouth will be closed and my nose dangerously close to the ball) or a tension shiver could dislodge the ball, I work to calm myself down and relax my breathing.
I think this ran for slightly over a minute. I remember staring intently at the lights on the opposite side of the studio wall, something still and distant to keep me calm. Aside from that, I was focusing on breathing as slowly as possible, but still enough to be comfortable. I didn’t see and barely heard the crucial ball fall, so kept going for probably 10 or 20 more seconds until it was clear the game was over.
Of note, they did a pickup for the closeup of Caroline’s
ball falling, which was pretty much the only pickup they needed the entire
filming, which is impressive.
<96>
8 teams of 12 for the first team game. Suddenly, the odds get a lot more precarious. I was keen to be a positive influence on my team, I thought tactics and awareness could potentially help us a lot, and didn’t want to just be eliminated in a team game having thought, “Well, I did my part well enough”.
The drainpipe bowling game had a lot of complexity. I was
happy to leave the skill of approaching the pins to someone else, but I was
focused on the mechanics of getting the balls to them. We needed to arrange our
team so that we had weaker players near the top, so any drops would be early.
But the ball comes fast of the first, fixed, part of ramp, so we’d need a
couple strong players to receive it. We needed to maximize throughput of our 3
balls, so how quickly after one should we release the next? And we needed to
sacrifice at least one person to be on ball-loading duty and at least one
person to be on ball-recovery duty. Should they be strong players, near the
top, or the middle of the line? And did we want one, or more “aiming” players
at the front to deal with the pins?
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(Spot me 3rd from left at the back here) |
We only had a few of minutes of planning time to solve this. About three of our team negotiated it all out, and then agreed it with the rest. I was in position two on my lane, basically just keeping the balls moving as much as possible. I focused on doing that accurately and fast (I think our team had only one drop, which was good), and didn’t really see or consider how other teams were doing with the pins. I know we finished 3rd of four teams in our heat – but that’s enough.
Shout-out to Aaron, who was our retriever (in hindsight, wrong to give this job to just one person) and put in a massive physical effort
running the balls back and forth and returning to his station in time.
<85>
Frozen t-shirts is a DA classic. It was also one of the example games given in the application form, so I expected everyone to be ready for this. As we’re on the floor preparing and some are doing interviews, everyone is exercising and jogging to try to warm up their bodies. I do the same but don’t go too hard, I don’t want to exhaust myself before it starts.
I’m a little nervous here, as I’m not a very big nor warm-blooded person, so might not have a lot of heat to transfer to the shirt. I can’t really identify a nightmare scenario, and plan to just try a range of different strategies, watch the rest of the group, and judge which one is working best.
For this game I actually took my shoes and socks off in advance, as I thought that if I got cold elsewhere, using the soles of my feet could be an option. I also put (ew!) a little saliva onto my hands, as I thought that moist things conduct better. I spent the first few minutes, doing a mix of rubbing, stamping, punching and ground-slapping the shirt. The latter feeling like the most activity, but probably actually just exhausting me.
This game was physically intense and I very quickly reached a feeling of real, physical, exasperation. I swore, loudly and extremely profanely, in Dutch and English (good television).
After this opening rush, a few other players were finishing and I looked around for what was working. “Peeling”, or prising apart the folds of the shirt – effectively unfolding it without properly defrosting it – was popular, and when I tried it, I was surprised how easily I could start to expand the thing. From there, it was a question of punching through from the holes to make the shirt hollow.
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Spot me peeling in the back left here |
<84>
My big fear in this game was breaking the paperclip. I’ve seen so many DA games lost because a player breaks one of their items, and that’s it. They’re just stuck. I think that in order to avoid this, I need to manipulate the paperclip once at the start: pick one shape for the paperclip, and stick to it.
Others were talking about hooking the coin in some way, but I couldn’t visualise how that would work. I couldn’t really see the clip being finessed enough to lift the coin through the aperture, so my idea was to invert the bank so that the coin lay over or near the aperture, and then lift/tilt the coin from below so that it fell out naturally. I figured the best shape for this would be a kite or diamond: something long enough to lift the coin, but wide enough that it could lie over it.
I started with some hail-Mary shakes of the bank, just in
case the game was massively miscalibrated, but no such luck. After a couple of
attempts I realise that I need to be looking at this from below, so I
shamelessly drop to the floor.
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I'm still in the game (but hidden - just left of Will L in the orange) at this point |
I’m through about 10 from bottom here, that’s enough to give me a real scare. When the number of opponents remaining gets down that low, you don’t dare actually count them and just have to sit with a sense of being at real risk. There was a moment, lying on the floor, where I thought I really could go and had made my peace with it.
Eventually, I change to just a slightly different angle, tilting the bank more and the clip less, and everything suddenly falls into place (and then out, haha). Once again, the sense of “that was a bit close for comfort” is overwhelmed by a greater sense of “yay!”.
...And this concludes my write-up of episode 1! I have of course
watched the broadcast --- below are my immediate thoughts, which will probably develop
into a “review the show” instalment at a later date.
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