Climbing

[jonboy]

Anglo-saxon, I was just stateing the obvious for the forums sake. You have a good point. I think now in certain areas (In the uk) there are laws preventing people from putting in bolts where they want to, which will please you and many others.

[Sully]

I did Ramdung and Pachermo plus a few smally ones in Nepal whilst serving in the Royal Marines.

[anglo-saxon]

Jon: Gotcha. No probs...just my spleen flaring again!

By the way, there's a very popular bouldering site just north of me, near the town of Okatoks (which is Blackfoot for rock). It's actually two rocks now as it has split over the centuries. It was depostied there as part of the glacial movement along the valley.

It's hard to see in the photo on this page: http://www.okotoks.ca/ochistory.html , but it's about 20+ feet high. My kids go scrambling on it in the summer while I mess around on the other side.

OK, back to beer: http://www.bigrockbeer.com

[Noz]

AS, any chance of a job

I'm just about to be made redundant

[Noz]

Bugger

There's no way you need two women to do that job.

Two men perhaps..........

[anglo-saxon]

"Noz and Loz" - stand-up comedy extraordinaire!

By the looks of your pic, Loz, you two will be sharing a shirt as well as a job. Oh, wait a mo', you're pulling the blokes, right. OK, forget the shirt!

That "Old Tom" looks like a good winter pint, I must say.

This was a favourite of mine in the UK: http://www.theakstons.co.uk/beer/old_pe ... index.html

[anglo-saxon]

A few years ago, a mate anD I made a 9% weat beer. Any more sugar and we'd have had to use a wine yeast. It was a damned good pint, but just two of them easily took care of a toothache!

[Sully]

I drank loads of beer whilst serving in the Royal Marines.

By the way, I'm not trying to impress anyone (as if you would be impressed) I'm just trying to convey that a rich and fulfilling life can be had in Her Majesty's Royal Marines.

Those who waver on the brink of joining up, all I say is "go, and go now and you will be happy at forty".

[harry hackedoff]

go, and go now and you will be happy at forty

or four two or four five or.....

Climbing , certainly, but that was before the beer took over
The glyders in Snowdonia and the Roaches in Derbys. Helvelin`s Swirral and Striding Edges plus Catstye Cam on a February morn with the stair rods horizontal. The Langdales and soup in Dungeon Ghyl pub afterwards The Ben of couse and sea cliffs whose name escapes me north of Fort William. Anywhere from Porthcurno round to Sennen. Daft places on hollidays that aren`t associated with climbing, like Teneriffe. For once I seem to be in agreement with jonboy, ref climbing aides. Bouldering does indeed rule. Bolts, nutters, chocky blocks, friends, bong-bongs, forget ladders Anglo Sexual, you might as well cut steps.
A day spent out in God`s creation, whatever you choose to do, is better than a week sat on yer arse. Get out and try it
Aye,

[El Prez]

There's a nasty slope from Sainsburys into the carpark where a loose wheeled trolley could really run away, if proper care and restraint is not exercised. I hate shopping whilst roped up, I don't mind this restraining jacket, just wish they did it in some other colour than stained beige.

[Sully]

'aitch, I know my quote from 'Legionaire' wasn't lost on you. The glydders round to the tryffan was one of my favourites but Welsh beer (apart from the elusive Felinfoel) is kak and Capel Curig must be the rainiest place in the world. El Prez....I know mate......I know.......

[harry hackedoff]

Sull , I keep hearing rumours that Simon Murray is going to turn it into a fillum. Kin hope so Je suis volunteer engage Hackedoff, Chef
Capel Curig must be the rainiest place, you say? It certainly is the surliest. Populated almost entirely, by mingebags of the first order. Cynics say North Wales is wasted on the Welsh, er no offence
Was waiting to get served in a sarnie and cake shop once, everyone in front of me in the queue was Welsh. Flint faced cow of a shop girl spoke to them all in English. When it was my turn, as I spoke she said " excuse me" and served the bloke behind me, in Welsh. As she knocked up my sarnie order, she kept stopping to serve the locals, some of whom had bigger orders than mine. Eventually, after about ten minutes, she was finished, " that`ll be eight pounds" or whatever. No thanks love, I`m not that hungry. She called out some fat bloke who thought he was going to give me a hard time. Butworramigonnado wirralmysarnies? Stick them up her f@cking arse, you fat bastard, till she learns the difference between profit and overhead.
Mind you, they`re not all like this. In Bleinau Festiniog they`re much worse
And for any Welsh speakers, "gotsan blauogs" the lot of you

Aye, Harry Glendower

[harry hackedoff]

There's a nasty slope from Sainsburys

D`you mind
Some of us have to live with the Chinese on our doorstep

[El Prez]

His mate is working at Waitrose

[Sully]

Loz, only tried Double Dragon to be honest - like an angel pi**ing on the back of me throat. I was quite a fan of Bonks's Mild but not had it for donkey's. Horlicks, pipe, slippers and a good book man these days Apart from yomp nights that is when Mr Hyde borrows my body and wets my slug.

'Aitch Taff Lloyd (mentioned elsewhere) was from Towyn and was without doubt the strangest man I've met - and I'll put my hand up to meeting at least my fair share He was a good mate until our paths separated but I never knew whether to laugh at him or be really, REALLY scared of him.

Simon Murray made a fair few bob in the end from mobile technology (set up Hutchinson-Whampoa) bet he wished he'd stayed in the Legion though

El Prez......I know mate.......I know.......