Any climber that deems it necessary to run some sort of blog, myself included, will no doubt at one point decided that the individuals viewing said blog would enjoy nothing more than re-reading what they have previously read in one concise self-absorbent ‘my year’ post. The great thing about these posts is that since anything of note is usually blogged about, there is literally no new material to for the avid reader. And let’s be honest, they would have to be avid to be reading it.
This is fine obviously, and it is sometimes nice to have a little look back over what you’ve done in order to remind yourself what a brilliant time you’ve had compared to everyone else. Even better though is that sponsors are kept happy and the author literally has to put no effort into this new post of theirs.
However, after every high, there comes the lows, so is the rollercoaster of life. Why not therefore dig deep down into those forgotten memories, and instead let others cherish your misery?
- Falling off an E2 slab in the Mournes.
- Telling Caff I had fallen off an E2 slab.
- Putting the DY pecker in the wrong placement.
- Telling Caff I had put the DY pecker in wrong placement.
- Nearly getting killed by a train on a bridge (only designed for trains) in El Chorro.
- Being too scared to jump off the top of Carle Barques as the whole of Carle Barques looked on.
- Watching Nathan fall off ‘Thrill Issues of the Jellyman’ and nearly having to resign himself to the pub for the rest of his life.
- My 21st
- Trying to go down a slide into the sea whilst standing up, slipping, cracking head, falling in sea, being under water, realising its deep here.