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'I tried Smithy's infamous takeaway order from Gavin & Stacey and it completely broke me'

Chicken bhuna, lamb bhuna, prawn bhuna, mushroom rice, bag of chips, keema naan and nine poppadoms... and a saag aloo. You get the gist.

Smithy's Indian order from Gavin & Stacey - delivered in one of TV's most memorable rants after he's faced with the risk of sharing his food - is so well-known that it's sold on tea towels, t-shirts and mugs across the UK, especially on Barry Island.

It's also, clearly, too much food for one person to eat. It's a line from a comedy programme, spoken by a character who eats three turkey dinners on Christmas Day. It's ridiculous - impossible. That's why I decided to try and eat it.

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Of course, you can order the above items from any Indian takeaway across the country if you're bold enough, but it took a special deal to tip me over the edge. Meghna Balti Express in Adamsdown offers the above items as a special "Smithy's Indian Takeaway!" deal for £36, so I had to give it a go.

When I ordered it on Just Eat, the restaurant automatically applied a 20% discount bringing the total to £29.30. For three curries and more sides than one person could possibly need, that felt pretty reasonable. The mushroom rice was a large, by the way, in case the order wasn't big enough already.

It arrived promptly in an actual crate, like greengrocers use to transport fruit and veg. On a wet evening in Cardiff, the rain had threatened to pierce the poppadom packaging, but the goods had survived. Once unpacked, it was a daunting sight; a mountain of food to get through.

It's quite a lot of food, actually (Ben Summer / Media Wales)

One quick photoshoot later, and we were in business. I wasn't ambitious that I'd get the whole thing finished, to be honest. Once again: three curries. So, I had my housemate Andrea ready and waiting to attack anything I didn't get to - and she was already eyeing up my bhunas.

The best course of action was to load up a plate with a bit of everything. A charcuterie board of grease - my best chance to try and work through the challenge. It's been done before, but only (as far as I can tell) by a YouTuber and professional eater who does this stuff for a living. I am not a professional eater.

Let's start with the bhunas. The chicken tasted fine enough but was really dry and chewy, which didn't make my job any easier. The prawns were miniscule and seriously difficult to actually find in a sea of the sauce, which was disappointing - a king prawn version would work much better.

The lamb was bloody lovely, and easily the highlight for me. In general, the quantity of meat in the curries felt relatively stingy, but I wasn't complaining - partly due to the price, partly because it meant less for me to get through.

This wasn't all I ate but it was one hell of a start - saag aloo and all (Ben Summer / Media Wales)

Since moving to Cardiff I've been won round to ordering my curry 'arf 'n' arf' but in this case the chips just added more carb-y challenge to a crowded plate. Dipping them, and the keema naan, in curry sauce helped significantly.

The mushroom nice was also absolutely fine, but surprisingly, the poppadoms were the hard bit. They were the unwanted child- the fifth Beatle. I could conquer the rest, and there'd still be a stack of poppadoms staring back at me.

If I'd have ordered this as a normal takeaway, between two or three people, it would've been perfectly nice and I reckon the £29.30 price tag for the lot was reasonable. But I had a task to complete, and I'd already conceded a mental own-goal far too early on.

Looking at what I'd already eaten, and what was still left, I allowed my housemate to start loading up her plate. Thinking it would be an insurmountable task to finish what was in front of me, I felt bad for letting her sit there with the food getting cold.

Do I think I would've finished it all if I'd stayed strong and tried to eat the lot? Absolutely not. Do I feel a deep, searing guilt at letting myself (and you, dear reader) down by effectively admitting defeat this early? Yes - it genuinely kept me up at night.

Realising what I'd signed up for (Ben Summer / Media Wales)

I will say I had a bloody good go. The plate pictured above wasn't the end of it - I was grabbing at extra chips and bits of naan as I went, and loaded up a plate of seconds. I ultimately ate a lot more than I would for an average takeaway, and was feeling pretty ill by the end due to the sheer amount I'd eaten.

I had a headache, and needed a lie down after eating. I'd been meaning to make a GP appointment for a little while and the reasons became clearer as I tried to digest the mega-curry. As I'm writing this now, almost a full day on, I'm not feeling 100%.

Maybe that's a sign of my own weakness. Maybe I'd had too much water and filled up on that. Maybe you'd have done better. Maybe it's just an absolutely silly amount of food for one person.

I sat back in my chair, bitterly disappointed. My housemate - and, by this point, another housemate and a friend who had gathered to watch my efforts - waited eagerly in the wings, and I gave in, letting them at the remainder of the leftovers.

As I finished eating, I tweeted a photo of myself with the takeaway. It started to get traction with well-wishers praising me for taking on the challenge. How could I explain to the adoring public that I'd failed them - that I'd done what Smithy never would have, and (whisper it) shared my takeaway?

Andrea's been desperate to end up in WalesOnline since I met her - I'm sure she'll be thrilled that this is how it happened (Ben Summer / Media Wales)

Let's be very clear. I desperately wanted to succeed at this because I like Gavin & Stacey way, way more than I should (I once wore a 'My Niece Went to Greece and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt' t-shirt to a house party and recreated Bryn and Nessa's karaoke scene).

I absolutely love 2000s comedy - it's probably my favourite genre of TV - but lots of it has slowly died a peaceful death. Black Books is still great but it's more of a cult favourite. Miranda is still relatable but nobody's referencing it 24/7.

Some others are still quoted across the internet on a daily basis, but there's almost always a self-deprecating edge. Peep Show is immensely quotable but surprisingly dark and mostly depressing. The Office and I'm Alan Partridge are both mainly about mundane people being idiots, so screenshots of those programmes are usually deployed to make fun of a mundane person being an idiot.

Gavin and Stacey is warmer, more homely and familiar, so why has it endured? What's different about it? Why do we all know Smithy's takeaway rant by heart, why are 30,000 GIFs of Pam posted on Facebook every minute, why did the All Blacks pay a visit to the Barry terrace where it was filmed, and why is it impossible to reluctantly go on a night out in Cardiff without first saying: "There's no way you're getting me out in Cardiff tonight"?

Gavin and Stacey has stuck around longer than loads of shows from the same era (BBC)

The easy answer is: "Because it's f***ing funny," even if it has its share of detractors, even if James Corden has become an unrecognisably Americanised mega-celeb now, and even if some of the jokes haven't aged as well as others.

But it's also relatable. Some shows are relatable, but not as quotable (Outnumbered) or quotable and relatable, but not as funny (Friday Night Dinner - sorry). Gavin & Stacey is the perfect combination, and most people have at least one of a Pam, Mick, Bryn, Smithy, Nessa or Gwen in their family.

The bickering in the iconic takeaway scene is scarily familiar, and joins a roster of scenes which create a perfect but gentle satire of family life - and you remember them, in the same way you look back at pointless arguments and hilariously embarrassing moments in your own family, so the 20-minute episodes are a comfort blanket. And that's without even going into the Welsh connection.

All that to say, I failed miserably to finish Smithy's takeaway order and I'm trying to come up with excuses. So here's my excuse: the huge crate of food being carried through to the kitchen, the frantic unpacking and - once I admitted defeat - the arguments over who got to eat what... it was a perfect reflection of what was being mocked on the Gavin & Stacey episode.

Art imitates life imitates art - I'd created in my own kitchen what James Corden and Ruth Jones parodied all those years ago. If there's anything that I'll accept is a British tradition worth preserving, it's the humble takeaway, and the experience of ordering and eating one with a group of friends, and one way or the other I experienced that in the course of my challenge.

It's a rubbish excuse. I did not succeed. It turns out it's not a good idea to base your takeaway order off a line from a sitcom. But sharing the takeaway got me through it - so maybe Smithy was wrong and Pam was right: sharing a takeaway is the way to go, "because it's nice."

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